#watc series

[matoitech]

i need to finish the original gundam but i lost track of where i was ngl

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sharing my favorite kageyama headcannons that ill probably put into the series im writing abt him:

he's autisic

i like to think he is actually smart but in a really weird way like literature & history doesn't stick but i like to think he oddly likes science (physics in particular bc he'd learn how much easier it is to set)

i think with the interview there is a chance that his parents work overseas alot with miwa in tokyo

due to the headcannon above i think he has really good hygiene & routine

he can cook really well (i like to think pro-bazil hinata was forced to learn to cook so they take turns)

bonds with natsu after he awkward decided to give her a pedicure and show her how to take care of her nails & hands (she'll forever love him as a big brother)

has a certain diet but also has a small sweet tooth

him and hinata are big eyebrows and long eyelashes and i wont explain myself

i saw a headcannon that kags was half-chinese, half-japanese thats why japanese was hard for him to understand but he was good with kanji so i like that one

he is unironically babied by most people around him but he doesn't realize

i plan on having miwa & alisa get together so thru that lev & kags are gonna be surprising besties (lev is gonna claim their brothers trough transitive property)

he has dimples (i will not explain myself) theyre small so you have to make him really smile or laugh to see it

loves spring & summer but doesnt do well in winter despite being born in winter

once karasuno found out he was alone in that big house theyd come over whenever they wanted bringing their own snacks, blankets, and homework

i like to think kags finds a cat that looks very similar to hinata while he is at brazil (the cat only likes him and for some reason kenma)

kags being really nervous and kenma realizing he isnt scary just really awkward and they become friends with kags finally becoming friends with akaashi through kenma

kuroo insisting on being friends bc their best friends are friends

ushiwaka watcing over kags when he was on the olympic team at 19 and at the alders

osamu sometimes giving him discounts or freebies if he wins agains atsumu

iwazumi babying him once he becomes the olympic trainer

there is more but the post is getting really long

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~Manhwa AU- A Fairytale Do-Over~ Pt 3

A/N: Writing has been so hard recently and there's no reason for it. Other than making me mad I think >:( But here's the next part! I'm going to start making a taglist for this series, so reply if you want to be added so you'll be alerted to the next part being posted! thank you and have a grand time reading! Word Count: 3.7K Pairings: Sibling Leona & Farena Warnings: Alluded to child neglect Lilia's cooking Prev / Next

A month had passed since Malleus’s birthday and Yuu still refused to accept any of Lilia's requests for playdates.

She sighed, turning the page of a book she remembered never finishing. Her family's personal library had become a small sanctuary for her recently. The magically enlarged room was like a maze; towering dark wood shelves filled with books that were easy to get lost in without a map. A hidden nook close to the three floor-to-ceiling grand windows, the enchanted fireplace crackling peacefully while Yuu or her fathers would rest on overstuffed decorative pillows reading together. The perfect place to run and hide from a very overzealous bat fae who wanted to feed her a ‘home-cooked meal’ to make her feel better enough to come visit the imperial palace. Yuu only needed to glance at the pot of noxious black sludge to be given a traumatic memory of what would happen to someone who ate Lilia's cooking…

While Lilia was more than free to chase her around the manor, her father was quick to stop the fae from running after her into ‘his library’. The family library obviously held the precious books of the Crowley family; Yuu’s favorite playscripts and fairytales, Divus’s historical fashion logs and his various past fashion sketchbooks. Dire even kept a small collection of older spell books in the room, some possibly older than the empire itself. Lilia's cooking could melt the bones of a whale, Yuu was sure of it, divine only knows what it'd do to a poor flimsy book.

So, the library was safe. For now at least. There was no telling where her parents would forbid her from entering in the name of her ‘health’ if they worried anymore.

Her parents continued to grow more and more concerned over her personality shift. They thought she didn’t notice, standing at her bedside in the middle of the night and speaking in hushed tones about what to do. Her papa would sit on her bed and run his hand along one of her braids while he grilled her father on what he was doing to get a mage doctor to their home.

Yuu couldn’t use magic, so she wasn’t entirely sure why her papa thought a mage doctor was needed (Only a few days later did she realize that her papa thought she had been cursed. Which was possibly true, time travel and all…). Dire had managed to deflect each time Divus asked, tucking her tighter into her covers before leaving the room, a silently furious Divus following after him. They’d try to broach the topic during breakfast each morning, asking if she had anymore strange dreams, if something new had appeared in her room, or even if someone had spoken to her.

It didn’t ease their concerns when Yuu denied anything new or strange happening, but Yuu wondered how much they would panic if she said something did happen. While it could potentially be funny, she’s almost completely sure her fathers would put her through an intense magical purge ceremony that would actually make her ill.

Sighing, Yuu closed the book, placing it on her reading nook’s ‘to be continued’ pile. It had been at least an hour since Lilia had shown up to the duchy, her parents had hopefully either sent the old fae home or were having a discussion over wine. Leaving Yuu to freely walk around the library again.

Thumbing through a book on gardening (though the pictures were more interesting than the semi-faded blocks of text), Yuu suddenly felt a chill creep into their spine. Kalim had described the feeling to her once, recounting one of the many tales of failed kidnappings and assassinations; the feeling of being watched.

Yuu did their best to remain calm, following Kalim’s advice. It's no good to let them know you know, act as nonchalantly as you could until you were in a safer location. (A conversation that had originally terrified them, only for Kalim’s beaming smile to promise that no harm would ever befall his dearest friend. Not so long as she had him and Jam-)

Swallowing, Yuu slowly closed the book and started to walk down the aisle. Maybe they were just there to steal something and Yuu had unfortunately been in their line of sight. A notion that was quickly dashed feeling the eyes stay on them and the sounds of footsteps following them. Yuu hates to admit it, but she panicked and broke out into a sprint.

Whoever was following her remained silent, keeping up with her easily through the turns and weaving between aisles. A part of her wanted it to be Lilia, since the worst that could happen was she'd have to have a bite of whatever he brought masquerading as a stew. Then again, that might actually kill them…

Panting, fed up with the sudden game of cat and mouse, Yuu ran around a corner and turned around quickly. The heavy book on plants raised in the air over her head and thrown blindly to whoever was chasing them. A multicolored blur appeared from around the corner, narrowly dodging the book in a sloppy side step. The two children looked at the heavy book on the ground, the thud it made echoing through the library briefly but the true horror was the fact the book had nearly exploded on contact with the ground. Pages of text and a stray beautifully illustrated flower fluttering to the ground in their silence.

The other child stared at the pile of paper that was once a book, blinking in shock before turning to Yuu with a glare and crossed arms, “What, are you trying to kill me?”

Yuu blinks then yells at the boy, poking a finger furiously into his chest, “You were the one chasing me!?”

The boy huffed, rolling his eyes and swatting her hand away, “I was just playing around. You're the one throwing ancient texts at people.”

“It wasn't ancient.” Yuu hoped it wasn't ancient. But, casting a glance at the pile, Yuu wondered if they were stronger than they remembered being as an eight-year-old…

Shaking her head, she brushed off the concern. The book was probably just…very old (please not ancient), her father would be able to replace it easily or fix it, “Anyway! Why are you in here? I've never seen you before.”

The boy raises an eyebrow, almost sneering back at her, “I'm a guest. Why are you scurrying around here like a rat?”

“Like a-I live here, you shithead!”

The boy stepped back, eyes wide in shock either from her yelling or from realizing who she was, “Wait…you're the Crowley girl?”

“What of it? You haven't even introduced yourself to me in my own house!”

Rolling his eyes again, the boy stepped closer to walk a slow circle around her, studying her with a sharp eye, “It's just surprising, ya know? Rumor has it, you're supposed to be sick as death in bed. Not taking any visitors nor going to any of your little friends’ socials.” He smirks, tilting his head, “But instead of seeing some sickly child, I see a little rat who's healthy enough to throw books with deadly force.”

“...” Yuu frowns, nearly sneering at the smug boy, “I'm not going to stand here and listen to some boy in a hand-me-down dashiki-...you're Leona Kingscholar.”

Leona was taken aback, tilting his head, “How do you guess? Other people wear dashikis, you know…”

Yuu nodded, but pointed to various areas of the garment as she spoke, “Yeah, but very few have actual gold embroidery on them. not to mention the overall state of it; it's faded but only in high friction areas. Meaning it was for casual wear instead of formal seeing, again, the authentic gold threading. And the sleeves's been stitched up, not professionally since it's affected the appearance of the pattern. It's not concrete, but that's normally a sign of sentimental value since it's merely to keep the fabric intact instead of presentable to the public.”

“...” Leona sighed, crossing his arms as he looked off to the side annoyed, “And that clearly shows you're the child of Duke Crewel. Only someone with his textile-obsessed blood would deduce me as a Kingscholar from my clothing rather than being a lion beastman…”

“Who else would I be? Though my parents love each other, they aren't having another baby anytime soon. Plus, I'm already an only child…”

Leona coughed, struggling to hold in his laughter before clearing his throat to speak, “I assumed you were Duke Crowley's oh-so-elusive student I've heard the adults whispering About. Many of them were pretty pissed after learning their darling little brownnosers weren't going to get access to your family's private collection of ancient grimoires.”

Yuu's face pinched together, eyes scanning along the floor as she dug through her mind. Just like a normal dream, her past life had quickly started to fade from her memory as the weeks went on. Anything past her 12th birthday had become hidden in fog though anything before then was slightly clearer. But even so, she had no memory of her father having a student of any kind. In fact she's not even sure her parents allowed other children in their manor besides her, she couldn't remember ever hosting a playdate at the Crowley duchy at least…

“My…my father doesn't have a student? At least I've never met them…”

“...” Leona hums, short and absolute, as though he had gained a piece of a puzzle no one else had noticed on the table yet. Yuu watched in real-time as Leona made the mental decision to keep said piece to himself.

The beastman smiles, his ears flicking only once in what could only be excitement, “Interesting…oh well. It's only a rumor after all.”

Yuu rolls her eyes. From memory, Leona did have a bad reputation as a troublemaker, “Fun. You still haven't told me why you're in my house though. I'm pretty sure the Kingscholar duchy is to the east of the capital, not the north.”

Leona shrugs, fingers gliding over ornate spines of books before he pulls his hand away, making a face when it comes back covered in dust, “My brother is getting a measurement done. He brought me along claiming I could be fitted for my coming-of-age robes if there was time.”

“...But your 10th birthday has already passed, hasn't it? You should have had them by now.”

“...” Sighing, the beastman clicked his tongue in a moment of annoyance, “Shut up. You don't even know anything…”

Yuu tapped her chin, thinking hard about what she could remember of the Sunset Savanna clothing culture, “You're supposed to get them on your tenth birthday, As a rite of passage right? Thanking the gods for allowing you into your first stage of life or something like that…” Lord, just how much knowledge about clothing did she have at this age? It was hard to tell what were bits and pieces from her past life and what was simply drilled into her young by her papa.

Leona was quiet, looking away from Yuu's curious expression, “It's a ceremony of blessings. In the Savanna, once a child reaches ten, it's thought a number of bad omens aren't able to take hold of them anymore. But that also leaves them vulnerable to omens that plague adults. So either the community chief or head of the house is supposed to anoint them; bring them the blessing and protection of their family or community's ancestors…”

Yuu nods, Dire had talked about the ceremony once or twice, having barged in during one of her lessons with Divus to deliver unasked-for information, “Your father is the heir to the Sunset Savanna kingdom, but he stays near the Noctorn capital to build alliances. As the Savanna prince, he'd be liable to use the family sword to-”

…

Yuu paused in her stream of conscious babble. The ceremony could use a number of items to bless the child so to speak. Her father had told her of a number of ways he had personally bore witness to; an elderly woman shaking a branch over children, fine gold dust being spread on cheeks in patterns, even fresh spring water being poured over their heads and clothes.

But the Kingscholars, the Kingscholars used a sword. Tapping the unsheathed blade along the shoulders and then once against the forehead.

Looking at Leona, she finally noticed that one side of his bangs were longer. Dark brown waves that framed against a eye that was a shade lighter than the other, slightly hiding the clean vertical line of raised dark pink skin.

“...” Yuu bit her lip, wondering…if she should ask, “...Leona…how'd you get that scar?”

Leona stared at the floor, gently pressing a claw down the still-sensitive skin.

Leona sat beside a vent in the hallway, legs pulled up to his chin and arms wrapped around them. He was looking down to the ground, eyes unblinking as he listened to his father rant and yell.

“-utter embarrassment! And you want to reward another one of his tantrums!?”

Farena’s voice rings out, softer yet still carrying the hard edge his father's had, “I'm not rewarding him. I'm taking him with me to my appointment with the Duke Crewel. Leona's only getting a fitting if there's time-”

“You don't need that design book then! That mutt of a duke doesn't need it because he isn't making traditional garments. Especially not for that-”

“Enough!” Leona could hear the snarl in his brother's voice, clearly able to imagine the fury on the face that matched their father better than his ever did, “Just because you're upset Lord Lilia hasn't responded to your letters yet, doesn't mean Leona is at fault! I refuse to let you place it on him just because he acted out on the prince's birthday!”

“BAH! So you admit it! He's acting out and you're-”

“I'm giving Leona his due! You know damn well he was supposed to have his ceremonial dressings last year. You were supposed to send for someone from the homeland to fit him properly! You were supposed to bless him! You go on and on about how back home we are kings and not dukes and should act as such, and then you treat your own son like he's less!”

“He is LESS! Sickly! Defiant! Brazen! He's been weak and less than since the day he was born!”

“...How…DARE YOU!? Don't you dare blame that fever on Leona! He only got sick because you forbade the physician from tending to him when he got hurt! He may fully lose his sight in his eye because you wanted to punish him!”

“He should have never touched that sword! That is for the heir or head of the house! The true princes of our family line, he had no right to touch it!”

“We are all the princes of this family. Grandmother rules the Savanna in your place while you continue to make fancy with dead royalty you never even liked.” The rustling of papers, a flourish of fabric, “I'm leaving for my appointment, I'm taking Leona with me and that is final.”

It was soft, angrily and bitterly mumbled as Farena stomped out of the room. The sound of his father's liquor cabinet opening, the older man muttering, “Leave him there while you're at it.” 

The sound of Farena slamming the door made his ears hurt.

And that's how his brother finds him, back against a wall with his eyes pressed into his knees and arms to hide away his tears. Farena sighs, kneeling down and putting a hand to his shoulder, “Leona-”

Leona quickly shrugged his brother’s hand away, moving to stand on his own and rubbing harshly at his eyes, “I don’t want your pity, Farena-”

He was pulled into his brother’s arms, the older prince breathing calmly in an effort to center Leona and himself. Farena pulls away once he feels Leona untense his body, smiling and brushing the younger boy’s hair from his face, “It’s not pity…No matter what we become to each other. Know that I never pitied you…”

“...” With a final sniffle, Leona rubbed his eyes one last time before he nods, “Okay…”

“Come. We have to leave if we’re going to have time for you to get your fitting.”

“...It was an accident.”

As though that wasn't the most heartbreaking and concerning thing Yuu had ever heard. But Yuu wasn't going pick at an already tender wound, “I see…what…what was the Sunset Savanna like? There’s a lot of various areas like deserts and jungles, right? Was it fun exploring there?”

“I wouldn't know. In theory, I know what it's like there but I've never been, I was born here.”

“Oh!?”

Leona nods, “My brother remembers moving though, he's told me stories and every now and again we get visitors or refugees coming to our duchy.”

Yuu hummed, looking down the aisle, “I think we have a book on the Savanna somewhere…” She waved Leona away, “There should be a table with snacks around. Wait for me there while I go get it.”

“Don't you order me around…”

She was already walking away, looking over her shoulder with a glare, “Just go eat some snacks while I go find the book.”

Finding the book wasn't too hard. The library was normally organized weekly, though even then random books would appear in the wrong place. Luckily, Yuu was able to find the book of their desire easily. Pulling it off the shelf they nearly fell to the floor at the sheer weight of it. Huffing, maneuvering it in their arms to rush off to her and Leona's meeting spot.

The other young lord was luckily seated at the table, picking at the selection of cookies and other finger foods left out. He looks over, snickering at seeing just how much she was struggling, “Poor, sickly, Yuu. Even a book is too much for the grand lady now…”

Yuu glared over the large book, managing to haul it with her onto the stool before dropping the book on the table and releasing a cloud of dust. Her expression turns malicious as Leona starts hacking and coughing, sending more dust in his direction as she opens the book and lets the heavy pages fall to the table.

Leona waves the dust away from his sensitive nose, glaring through his teary eyes as he sneezed again, “Brat.”

“Bastard. Your family is the reigning line, isn't it? So you'd have stayed in the capital, right?”

For the next hour, the two spent their time looking through the book, Yuu asking him questions for a more in-depth look at the foreign land. And while Leona had never been to his homeland, he still knew more than Yuu and was more than elated to lecture the younger girl on what she had gotten wrong.

Soon, Leona could hear his brother calling out to him in the distance. He looks to Yuu, tugging on her hair to gain her attention, “I’ve got to go, my brother is calling me.”

Yuu nods, closing the book and holding it out to Leona, “Here. You can take this home with you.”

“Why are you giving me one of your books?” Leona still takes the book, tucking the hardcover under his arm and looking at Yuu in question.

Shaking her head, Yuu smiled, “Not giving it to you. It’s a loan. So you’ll have to come visit me again.”

“...” Leona laughs, short and behind his hand before returning Yuu’s smile, “Deal. I’ll come visit again since you clearly need someone to ramble to. I’ll bring the book back when I feel like it.” He ruffles Yuu’s hair roughly, making the younger girl almost fall over from the force of it.

“HEY!” Yuu smacks at Leona’s hand, pouting as the beastman runs out of the library to meet his brother. She sighs, trying to smooth down her hair lest her papa see her with her hair in disarray.

Leona Kingscholar was a troublemaker, that was the common trait anyone could give him. She remembered bits and pieces of her fathers talking about the young lord, each of them remarking what a shame it was. Leona wasn’t as physically strong as the rest of his family, but the younger lord was smarter, a fact his father always overlooked in favor of his older brother. Yuu couldn’t remember the two brothers ever having a negative relationship. Then again, she remembers one of the Kingscholar brothers leaving with their father back to the Sunset Savanna when the queen mother is on her deathbed. Sadly, she couldn’t remember which went.

If anything, Leona would be a good person to talk to if she went along with her plan. Breaking ties with Malleus was impossible, but her other two playmates would be easy enough, though it would be painful. And while it had only been a few weeks, things settled well enough. Malleus didn’t ever send her letters anyway, she would simply stop sending him letters. The hardest part would be breaking her friendship with Kalim and running from Lilia’s visits.

Leona wasn’t meant to be a replacement in any way. The youngest Kingscholar was almost isolated from others because of his abrasive attitude a trait Yuu unknowingly shared. Even if they didn’t become anything more than library friends, they’d at least have each other to speak to this time around.

Leona looked out the window of the moving carriage, the borrowed book resting in his lap while his brother rambled on.

“-weirdly thorough. I had thought we’d have more time for your fitting, but it wasn’t in the cards this visit. I did leave the book of designs with Duke Crewel, though. So when I go back for my second fitting, I’ll make sure you can see him.” Farena looks over, frowning as Leona doesn’t respond to him. Sighing, he tugged on his little brother’s ear to gain his attention, “How about we go out for lunch? We don’t need to head home just yet.”

“...” Leona’s eyes glance down at the book on his lap, smirking as he looked up to his brother, “I met a ghost in the Crowley library.” “You what?"

You made it! Have some art I did of the babies and their outfits in this chapter

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 88)

Tera was with V and Lizzy, both of which were hanging around in V's apartment, in much, much closer proximity then they ever would be in public. With Lizzy's head laying on V's lap, and V's fingers carding through her long blonde hair, absent of any helmet or bow.

Tera was sitting on her chest, Lizzy playing with her in a gentle kind of way, lifting her hands up and playing with them as if she was a little doll, Tera was mostly fine with this, but she was quickly growing bored of it, wanting instead the gently swaying, glowing object that was the end of V's tail.

“Vee!” She called, lifting her arms up in the dissasembly drones direction, glasses perched in front of her visor as she was trying to watch whatever was on the T.V.

“What is it cub?” She hummed, and she couldn't help the small smile that was creeping up on her face, she had to admit, N and Uzi's little gremlin was cute as hell.

“Play!” Tera replied happily, smiling and showing off her many, sharp little teeth. Lizzy laughed lightly. “Oh am I not good enough for you? Am I boring?”

“Probably, you're treating her like she's going to break into tiny peices babe.” V replied, picking up the toddler into her own hands and grinning as her eyes followed her swaying tail.

“It's not my kid! You know Doorman would throw a fit if her kid got hurt while we were supposed to be watching her.” Lizzy defended, sitting up off her frei- okay yeah; girlfriends lap so she could get up.

“She's not going to get hurt. Watch.” V placed her on the carpeted floor of her living room, sitting down in front of her with her legs crossed. Tera's eyes lit up, and she attempted to stand;

V's and Lizzy’s eyes both grew hollow for a moment as she balanced on both legs, wobbly and unpracticed, she took a step forward and-

Tumbled over, close, but not quite.

“Do you know how pissed they'd be if Tera took her first steps in front of us and not them.” Lizzy laughed, crouched down next to V as Tera made her way towards them, this time crawling.

“Oh my god Uzi would blow a gasket! I almost hope she does, that would be hilarious!” V replied, smiling and laughing as well, until she felt Tera's tiny hands grab her, and she looked down.

She looked fierce- or as fierce as a toddler could get. Snapping her fangs and shoving on V's peg-like leg.

“What is she…?” Lizzy asked, clearly confused.

“She's trying to wrestle with me…” V suddenly realized, obviously, this wouldn't work, Tera was so small she couldn't even budge V's leg, but the attempt was adorable in it's own way, and V's tail began to wag.

Maybe when she was older, and bigger, they could genuinely play fight without V pretending, but for now… she was about to lose some dignity.

She let the little toddler move her leg some, and Tera grinned wildly, climbing up on V's lap and then trying to climb up the rest of her to reach her prize, the shiny, glowy, unbabyproofed tail.

Of course, neither V nor Lizzy were thinking about that yet. Instead, V was pretending to get beaten up by a toddler and Lizzy was watching fondly, giggling.

“Look at her! She's going to be a little tomboy isn't she?”

By the way Tera was mixing both growling and purring, smiling wide as V sprawled out in fake pain, the answer was yes. V began to laugh at the toddlers antics, it was fond, and soft, and Lizzy couldn't help but blush.

“You're being a great aunt V~” She cooed, and V went stiff, blushing a vibrant yellow as she looked back at the worker drone she was so fond of.

“Shut up. No I'm not.” She protests, sitting up, letting Tera tumble off her back with a peel of laughter, she was completely unharmed, even after she hit the floor with a thump.

“Oh come on girl. Don't lie! It's good to see you care about something other then murder.” Lizzy laughed, watching as Tera pounced after V's tail every time it hit the ground, like a lion cub playing with an older member of the pride.

“I care about you.” V mumbled. But Lizzy only allowed herself to blush at that for a moment before moving on.

“And you care about her. V, you're purring!”

V froze, listening to herself. Sure enough, she was. She rarely purred, and yet playing with this little toddler was bringing it out quite naturally, the only other times she purred, it was with Lizzy.

Dammit, she hadn't meant to get so attached to a kid that wasn't even hers, a kid that her initial reaction to was… not great, at best. But either due to her instincts, or the fact that Tera was just so dang cute, or both. She had.

She would throw herself at anything for this kid. Without question or hesitation.

“Fine! You're right! Are you happy? She's my niece! Agh-!” Tera claimed her prize, tiny fangs snapping onto golden nanite canister. V yelped in pain, N wasn't the only one with a sensitive tail.

“Oooh… you alright babe?” Lizzy asked gently, and V's head snapped back in anger, because… ow. Before it softened at the proud look on Tera's face, and sighed.

“Yeah, you got me.” She said softly, bringing her tail up into her lap, so that Tera would fall gently into it, giggling.

“You're my little hunter huh? Aren't you?” V cooed, lifting up her niece near her face; where Tera placed both her little hands on her visor, smiling.

“Vee! Rawr!” Tera laughed, and V felt her core melt into nothing but goo. Leaning back to stare at the ceiling with Tera now hugging the fur on her jacket.

I don't want kids. I don't want kids. I don't want kids.

“Are you okay? Did she break you?” Lizzy asked, her face coming in upside down from V's perspective.

“I'm an aunt. Lizzy… I'm a fucking aunt.”

Lizzy laughed, reaching down to grab both sides of her face.

“And are good with kids. Suffer with that knowledge, killer.”

V groaned, covering her face. Feeling Tera start purring as she laid there, content to stay with her auntie…

[joedirtymadre]

One Piece Part 2

Zoro -

Law -

Corazon -

Sabo -

Ace -

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 13

"Aren't you sick of me yet?" "I've had worse company."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

SUNDAY, 11AM

Y/n woke up with only a mild headache, wrapped in the warmth of Clyde's body. His arms keeping a tight hold around her waist, she could hear him quietly snoring into her neck making her smile. She moved her legs slightly causing Clyde to bump his knees into her thigh.

"Mmm good morning." Clyde kissed Y/n's shoulder and gave her another squeeze as she rolled to face him. She noticed that he had taken his hearing aid out last night so he could actually sleep. She loved how safe he felt with her.

"Good morning." Y/n smiled watching Clyde open his eyes.

"How are we feeling?" Clyde asked concerned and looking her over.

"Like my head has been run over but other than that, I feel good." Y/n rested her head on Clyde's. He kissed the top of her head wishing he could pull the pain from her hangover out of it.

"I would love to just stay in bed all day and do absolutely nothing." Clyde sighed reaching over and putting his hearing aid back in.

"But Sunday is my laundry day." Y/n laughed.

"I respect the organized laundry day. It's very responsible of you." Y/n commended.

"I can be quite responsible. I even separate them before I wash them." Clyde teased making Y/n laugh.

"You are far superior to me. I just throw it all in together. I hate doing laundry." Y/n explained stretching out for her phone.

"I can teach you my ways but first I need to eat. I was thinking pancakes? In the event I still have all the things in my fridge." Clyde got up from the bed and walked over to his little kitchenette to search for the essentials.

Y/n saw she had a missed called from the nursing home. She listened to the voicemail they had left on the phone and it was the head nurse letting her know that her dad took a fall but he was okay. This sent Y/n into a silent panic. She tried to call but the call wouldn't connect.

"Hey can I borrow your phone?" Y/n crawled over the bed to snatch his phone before he even answered. She didn't want to call the nursing home on Clyde's phone so instead she set up an uber ride. The smells of pancakes started filling the apartment and Y/n felt terrible she was going to have to leave so abruptly but she had to find out if her dad was okay.

"Okay I don't want to blow your mind too much but I have been known to make a pretty decent pancake so prepare yourself to be impressed." Clyde tied his hair back while he cooked and Y/n pained watching him.

"Hey, I actually have to get home. I forgot I promised to visit my dad today and he gets upset when I flake." Clyde turned around quickly.

"What? You can't go. I thought we were going to be lazy...eat pancakes...do laundry." Clyde frowned unsure of what was happening.

"Arent you sick of me yet?" Y/n teased putting her hand on his chest but he continued to frown.

"I've had worse company." Clyde pulled his hair from the hair tie and Y/n touched his face.

"Please don't be upset with me. I promise I will come back. I just have to get a few things taken care of first." Y/n had taken off Clyde's clothes and put her own clothes back on before while Clyde sat quietly on the back of the couch. She threw her bag over her shoulder and stopped in front of him.

"Thank you for a really great weekend. I haven't had this much fun in a long time." Y/n leaned forward and kissed Clyde on the cheek. He nodded his head at her.

"Yeah it was a lot of fun." Clyde instantly felt regret. He knew she was going to forget. She didn't even give him time to put pants on before she was running out the door for her Uber. Just like that she was gone and he was left with nothing more than an empty apartment and cold pancakes.

Clyde plopped down on the couch and stared into the void of his phone as the Uber app tracked Y/n's car all the way home. He felt like an idiot, watching as it didn't head towards wherever her dad might live but her own apartment. He tossed the phone on the coffee table and shook his head.

"I'm such a fucking loser." He whispered to himself, running his hands down his face. He refused to let this turn into hurt. He had to keep moving or else it would drive him crazy. He jumped up from the couch and started packing up all his dirty laundry in the sack for the laundromat. He usually did his bed sheets once a week but the moment he picked up the pillow Y/N had used, he could smell what was left of her scent. He wasn't sure if it was her perfume or body spray but it was a sweet scent that absolutely didn't belong to him.

He decided to leave the sheets and pillows where they were and take the clothes instead, making sure to grab his cum stained pajama bottoms from last night and shoving them in the bag first. He debated whether or not to throw away the shirt that Y/N puked on but just decided to also throw it in the bottom of the bag.

"Hey love birds! I brought coffee!" Snow burst through the door with a tray of coffee cups and a smile only to push her sunglasses up and see Clyde standing in his underwear, white shirt with a laundry bag in his hands.

"Where's Y/N?" Snow asked confused.

"Gone. She had stuff to do. Took an Uber about an hour ago." Clyde went back to filling the bag and Snow sat the coffee down.

"Did you guys not talk it out?" Snow asked crossing her arms over her chest. Clyde nodded his head.

"Yeah we did. We talked and I apologized for making her feel like I didn't want her and she forgave me." Clyde explained.

"Are you sure she forgave you? Maybe she's a Cancer. They say they forgive all the time but hold onto that shit." Snow paced.

"Well she must have forgiven me enough to dry hump me until we both came but maybe I read the situation wrong." Clyde threw his arms out in anger. Snow stood shocked.

"You broke your rule! Clyde! You broke the rule for her!" Snow covered her mouth with her hands. Clyde's rule was put in place for a specific reason and he didn't usually like bringing it up because it brought him pain. Pain that Snow had to really help him get through.

"Yeah I did and she immediately got up and took off so a lot of good it did me." Clyde shook his head as Snow closed the distance between them with a hug.

"Oh my God! You're in love with her. I'm so happy for you." Snow hugged him tightly and Clyde didn't return it.

"Are you missing the part where she took off as soon as she woke up?" Clyde reminded and Snow rolled her eyes.

"Okay well maybe she really did have shit to do. Did she say what it was?" Snow questioned.

"She said she forgot she made plans to visit her dad but when she called an Uber she schedule the route to her apartment." Clyde explained as if he had some big proof that Y/n had completely blown him off.

"Clyde...she said she was visiting her dad. She can't just go see her dad covered in cum. Some of us have decent father figures and want to keep it that way." Snow laughed. Clyde honestly hadn't thought of that.

"Did she at least say she wanted you to call or that she would come back?" Snow asked gripping Clyde's shoulder to comfort him.

"Well yeah..she said she promised she would come back but I don't know Snow. What if breaking my rule bites me in the ass?" Clyde was geninely concerned that his feelings were much deeper and he was going to be let down but Snow didn't seem to pick up on those vibes.

"Maybe it will be a fun. kinky ass bite. I don't know if she seems like someone who would be into ass play too much though." Snow kept a stern face making Clyde shake his head with a stupid smile.

"I hate you." He grunted zipping up the huge laundry bag.

"You wish you could hate me! She's going to call! She's absouely smitten with you, best friend!" Snow pushed Clyde by the side of his head and he moved the hair from his eyes.

"I hope you're right." Clyde sighed picking up the bag and taking a cup of coffee from Snow's tray. In order for Clyde to not dwell negatively, he knew he was going to have to keep himself busy all day or at least until Y/N called.

[oftenwantedafton]

Vent - Steve Raglan/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Reader

Chapters 1-3

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - mentions of childhood trauma, mental illness, no explicit content in these chapters

Summary - You’re the one that got away from the yellow rabbit; the first of William Afton’s intended victims.

Eight years later, you find yourself drawn back to the pizzeria you’ve shut from your mind for so long; to the strange man that offers you a job and friendship …and something much darker.

Also available on AO3 - Chapter 1 | 2 | 3

Chapter 1 ~ the one that got away ~

You don’t feel well.

The combination of greasy pizza and the overly sweet frosting on the birthday cake you’d just consumed in rapid succession collide unpleasantly in your stomach. You feel yourself moving further and further back from the other children, but no one seems to notice, and who would, after all; it’s one of those parties the entire class is invited to so no one feels left out. You don’t really know the girl that’s celebrating, don’t find yourself engaging with the other children. You don’t really belong. You’re just a shadow drifting on the edges of the crowd, alone and unwanted.

The costumed yellow rabbit has been present for the entire party, posing for photographs with the children whose parents actually wanted a memento of the occasion. Your own parents do nothing but argue, make you feel like it’s your fault that they’re stuck together, a costly mistake that’s lasted a decade.

The rabbit figure moves to stand beside you, crouching down with a grace that’s impressive given the bulk of the costume. He’s tall even at this height, an intimidating figure towering by your small form.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says, his muffled voice low near your ear.

You’d gotten the cautionary lecture about going somewhere with strangers before, of course; there had been an entire afternoon at school dedicated to rehearsing what to do in certain situations.

But the rabbit mascot wasn’t really a stranger, was he? You knew it was a man inside the suit, of course; an employee at Freddy’s that you couldn’t imagine being anything other than friendly and kind.

“What is it?” You ask, your attention focused on the shiny button nose.

“It’s out back. You have to come with me to see it.”

Your stomach rolls again, churning a warning. Something was off, but you weren’t sure what it was.

He sees your hesitation and his paw rests on your back, rubbing a soft circle. It’s oddly soothing, in combination with his whispered reassurances and gentle promises; you can’t remember the last time someone had been so nice to you. You glance back at the party attendees that have already forgotten you exist and you nod, having to reach up to cling to the yellow fur covered hand he offers once he straightens, guiding you out of the dining room.

You’re led through a series of corridors until you arrive someplace much more dimly lit. It’s cold back here, quiet. There are piles of things you don’t understand stacked on steel shelves. You suddenly want to return to the party. At least it had been warmer there.

The yellow rabbit releases your hand. “Are you ready for your surprise?”

You nod uncertainly, wondering if you could even find your way back to the dining room at this point; if anyone could hear you scream for help.

You hear the sound of something metal being dragged as he lifts it from the nearest workbench, the kitchen knife looking so sharp next to that soft fur.

Your eyes widen and you turn and run.

You can feel him lunge at your retreating form, just missing, sweeping across your hair and the bow on the back of your party dress. You choose a direction blindly, your feet slapping against the concrete floor. Relief washes over you when you hear the sound of the dining room getting louder, the light spilling through the glass panes of the Employees Only doors a beacon for you to follow.

You burst through the doors and head for the nearest adult you can see, tucking breathlessly behind them, watching fearfully for your pursuer.

They never reappear, and you never tell anyone what had happened.

After all, who would care?

Chapter 2 ~ the oubliette ~

You walk with no destination, cutting through a field dotted with the end of last summer’s fading wild flowers.

The fence that borders your makeshift path has fallen to ruin, the wood rotted and collapsing, surrendering to the elements. You count the posts that defy the passage of time and remain standing, crediting even those that list to one side, the rugged earth crumbling at their bases. It’s a distraction, something to focus on besides the poor grade you’d received on your first history exam of the semester, your senior year already starting off terribly. You bitterly recall the fight you'd had with your stepmother the night before and the lunchroom that has no room for you, because you do not care for fashion or makeup or giggling over young pop stars, driving you to eat alone tucked under the stairs.

You reach out and run your fingers over the tallest weeds, letting the dry stalks brush against skin that is ink stained, forever smudged when you spill your buried thoughts and feelings onto paper. You never keep them, afraid they’ll be seen and misunderstood, and you can’t bear the thought of that; those innermost expressions violated and judged by others. They’re all you have to cling to.

You smell the rain before you feel it, the dry spell that has lasted for weeks finally giving way beneath the fury of the atmosphere. A few stray drops fall on your bare arms, a precursor of what is to come, the accompanying rumble of thunder a gentle growl in the distance.

You’ve reached civilization again, such as it is; this part of town long vacant, filled with closed shops and shuttered houses. The economy of Hurricane has always been a fragile thing, one of the many small towns that developers had sought to populate and expand, and for a time it had actually flourished. The expansion had happened too soon, though, abandoned in favor of cities with industry, lured by the promise of more jobs and better access to finer housing and richer commerce.

Your footsteps slow as you near a large structure rising up before you, the children’s party themed restaurant long vacated. You’d heard stories about it before, something about missing children, parents calling for it to be shut down and the owner investigated. You vaguely remember being there for someone’s birthday party once when you were younger, the feeling that something unpleasant had happened while you were there tickling the edges of your mind, but the details are fuzzy. A lot of your childhood memories are like that. Your therapist had said it was a defense mechanism, your brain trying to protect you by obscuring those recollections. You figured if that was the case you were better off not remembering whatever it was that was so traumatic. You had your journaling and that was more than enough as far as you’re concerned. You’d never liked going to therapy anyway, grateful when your stepmother had declared it a needless expense since you didn’t seem to be benefiting from it and you never returned. It’s the only good thing she’d ever unwittingly done for you.

Stepping over a chunk of broken asphalt, you enter the parking lot of the pizzeria. Weeds and small trees and patches of crab grass poke through the tar, finding life in the smallest bits of soil, the unattended blacktop crumbling in their wake. Another scattering of moisture from the gray clouds above strikes your bare skin and you hear the thunder’s growl becoming more impatient.

The building’s cheerful yellow and green paint has long since faded, the painted plaster and tiles of the checkerboard pattern decorating the outside missing in many places, fallen and crumbling. The front entrance and windows are all boarded up, surprisingly clear of graffiti, as if no one is willing to go near the place, afraid of the consequences of desecrating that structure.

The downpour begins.

You bypass the front of the building, stepping hurriedly around a fallen sign, the cracked glass and smashed lighting preventing you from seeing much more than the arm raised in a friendly wave that belongs to the restaurant’s infamous bear mascot. You nearly trip on a root as you weave through the side lot, the failing light from the darkening skies making it difficult to see.

Lightning briefly illuminates your surroundings and that’s when you catch sight of the open window.

It’s so oddly intact, unblemished unlike the rest of the building, the glass panes undisturbed, the frame solid. You think if you could find something to stand on it would be enough of an elevation to climb inside.

You hesitate over this thought, at the strong impulse that makes you feel as if you’re being lured inside.

It’s easy to blame the torrential rain for your desire to escape the elements and you discard the discomfiting thought. There are a couple of pallets from some forgotten shipment of goods that seem strong enough to support your weight and you drag them hastily beneath the opening. You’re drenched now, your hair plastered in wet clusters, your clothing adhered to your body. You climb onto the piled pieces of wooden slats and rest one hand on the sill, supporting your weight while you shove at the bottom rail, widening the space. It slides silently upward, granting you access to wriggle through, easing in one side of your body at a time. A short drop to the floor brings you inside of Freddy Fazbear’s, the noise of outdoors suddenly muffled as you’re swallowed into the abandoned establishment.

***

There is very little light from outdoors to guide you as you explore the space, deciding it’s some sort of storage area, though the room is completely devoid of anything other than a thick layer of dust that you disturb, sending clouds of it into the air. Another flash of lightning shows you the barred opening of a vent of some sort, the metal slats glinting for a brief moment and then the room grows dim again.

Curiously, there is no door to allow you to exit the space. You run your hands along the walls, completing the circuit. Save the vent and the window, there is no other point of entry or egress.

You hear a rattling sound of something dragging across metal and you freeze, holding your breath.

The screws bolting the cover of the duct into place quiver in their frames, the spiraled bits of steel surrendering to the tremendous force shoving at them. The encasement clatters to the floor and you hear the sound of something being pushed through the opening, straining until it, too, lands with a heavy thud.

You cower near the window, already attempting to pull yourself back up, failing without the added height to assist you. Stupid, so stupid that you’d come here, assuming you’d be able to leave as easily as you’d entered.

“Wait.”

The voice stills your struggling form instantly. The figure takes a step forward and it’s just enough for you to make out the shape of one of the mascots, an imposingly tall being well over seven feet tall. Its eyes flicker like a failing flashlight low on batteries. The rabbit—that’s what it is, you realize—has one ear torn midway through, the suit in a similar state of disrepair, the once golden fur and fabric long since faded and worn away, exposing metal and wires. The purple bow tie decorating its neck is frayed, drooping in twin deflated loops above a pair of black buttons meant to represent formal attire.

You stare at the animatronic, trying to reconcile how this creature is still moving on its own when the lithium that powers it should have been depleted long ago; yet here it stands, no longer programmed to remain onstage to perform, a free entity roaming the building.

The yellow rabbit chuckles softly, the noise emanating from within the headpiece sounding modulated, as if an algorithm is altering the amplitude, pitch, and tone. “I’m not like them, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Your mouth is too dry to form words. You wonder how it is he knows that was exactly what you’d been thinking.

“Why are you here?”

“I was out wandering,” you manage, struggling to find moisture to wet your lips. “It started raining. I just wanted to go someplace dry.”

“Strange that you chose this place.”

“The window was open,” you protest. “I didn’t break anything. I’ll leave right now, I just don’t know how to get out of here. There’s no door.”

The rabbit continues to stare at you. “No, there isn’t.” You hear a deep inhale of breath from the figure. “Stay here a moment longer and speak with me.”

Your hand scrabbles absently at the wall in a futile gesture as if you could somehow claw your way through the solid surface. “About what?”

“Anything you’d like. It’s not often this place gets visitors these days.” The rabbit leans against the wall beside the window, folding his arms.

“I have to go…”

“Go where?”

“Home. My parents are expecting me.”

It’s untrue. Your stepmother is likely out spending your father’s money and he’s probably at the bar.

“Do not lie to me,” the rabbit says. “There is no one waiting for you.”

“How did you…”

The mascot’s head tips back to rest against the wall. “I am something of an expert on deception. Why are you out wandering in this part of town? Surely you’ve heard of this place’s reputation, young as you appear.”

“I was just walking home from school. Just thinking, not really paying attention to where I was going.”

“Thinking about what?”

You shrug uncertainly. “Nothing interesting. I promise,” you add, in case he thinks you are attempting to tell a falsehood again.

“I might find it interesting,” he replies, the headpiece tilting back down so he can study you.

You shake your head. “Everything is going wrong. I just failed my first history exam. I don’t have any friends. My stepmother hates my guts.” The confession spills out of you, the words coming easier once the floodgates have been opened. “I’m not like anyone else. I don’t fit in. I’m lonely,” you finish quietly.

Another deep inhale, as if the creature is absorbing your words. You think the lights of his eyes seem a little brighter now, casting a soft glow over the permanent grin on the rabbit’s face, the rows of teeth glinting dangerously.

“I don’t fit in anywhere either,” the suited person says. “So it appears we have that much in common, at least.” His head tips to one side, the intact ear tapping against the window pane. “The storm is ending.”

You shuffle your feet nervously. “Can I leave now?”

“Are you in such a rush to go to the home where you’re not wanted?”

The words cut cruelly and you look away.

The figure sighs. “Go, then, if that’s what you truly want. I won’t stop you. I’ll even help give you a boost up.” He bends, the steel encased hands now laced together to form a step for you. You place a foot there and he lifts you easily, allowing you to reach the sill and begin extracting yourself, one leg hooked over the edge, your torso bending to pass through the opening. Cool, moist air passes over your exposed limbs, reminding you that you’re soaking wet and night is approaching.

You hesitate, feeling the rabbit watching you. “How will you get out? Can you climb back the way you came, or…?”

He chuckles softly. “I was never trapped to begin with. But it’s kind of you to be concerned for a stranger’s well being. If you return, I’ll make your entrance easier next time and open the front door.”

“Return?” You blink at the invitation. “Why would I…”

“If you decide you want company the next time you get lonely. I’m a good listener.”

“Alright. Goodbye.” You don’t want to commit to anything but you also don’t want to risk the odd individual’s ire.

You can see him nod, his eyes glimmering in the strange, forgotten space, watching as you finish extricating yourself from the opening.

Outside, you’re grateful for the fresh air supply, for an escape from the musty scent of the vacant room and its bizarre occupant. You keep to the lit streets on your way home and once there change into warm pajamas and pull a duvet around you, a notebook resting on your lap. With your thoughts already given to another, you find there is nothing left to write about and the lined page remains blank.

Chapter 3 ~ sweet tooth ~

William Afton leaves the new mayor of Hurricane’s office with a smile on his face.

A major part of his electoral campaign had been focused on the promise of a renewal for the city that included renovation and rebuilding, cleaning up the vacant part of town and restoring the area to what it once was.

It was the perfect opportunity to lobby for reopening Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

There would still be protests of course; it was inevitable given the history of the restaurant. But with this new blood in office, with a new identity to hide behind, with a new generation that didn’t know any better, it was a chance to begin again.

Sliding into the dark vintage luxury sedan parked along the curb outside the office, he reaches for the lollipop tucked into his shirt pocket. His sweet tooth has gotten worse as he’s advanced in age, the constant craving for sugar driving him to consume it as frequently as possible. He pulls the plastic wrapper free and settles the red candy ball on his tongue, sucking until the treat surrenders, releasing a burst of cherry flavor into his mouth. It mingles with his saliva and he hums in satisfaction, withdrawing it with a loud pop and swallowing the syrup down before replacing it once more between his lips.

Adjusting the rear view mirror, the man eases out of the parking spot and merges smoothly into downtown traffic which is light at this time of day. The stack of flyers on the seat beside him slide on the vinyl and he automatically reaches out a hand to trap them in place.

The public high school is a short distance away, the bulletin board outside the guidance office near the main entrance. It’s littered with postings, a few of which he tears free and crumples in one fist before tacking his own onto the cork board.

He tosses the ruined papers he’s holding into the wastebin as he turns and leaves, tucking his hands deep into his pockets. He exits the building, long legs making short work of the cement stairs, humming faintly under his breath.

***

You never really pay much attention to the job postings at school.

Yet today it’s impossible to ignore the brightly colored flyer whose bottom edge lifts in the breeze of the passing students, the strips of paper with a phone number fluttering in their wake. You slow down, looking at the advertisement, blinking in surprise when you realize it’s an announcement that Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria is reopening under new management and is seeking ‘motivated individuals’ to help with the project both before and after its completion.

You think of the yellow rabbit lurking in the depths of that place and you shiver. You’re still not even certain it had really happened; if it hadn’t just been some wild imagining your brain had conjured up, a dream that had felt a little too real. Imaginary or not, as odd and unnerving as the encounter had been, you couldn’t help but admit there’d been something strangely charismatic about the stranger. He was so easy to talk to. The fact that he was an outsider too gave you the sense of kinship.

You shake your head, silently reprimanding yourself. It was ridiculous. You weren’t about to make friends with a strange man that may or may not even exist wearing a decaying mascot costume hanging out in some abandoned restaurant. Even you aren’t that pathetic and desperate.

Still you hesitate, staring at the announcement until you find yourself tearing one of the slips of paper free, tucking it into the pocket of your jeans.

There is no thoughtful lingering walk home that afternoon.

You head directly to your house, sighing with relief that another school day’s behind you as you enter your bedroom, tossing your backpack on the bed and sitting down beside it. You toe off your sneakers and cross your legs beneath you, debating about whether you feel like raiding the kitchen for a snack when you remember the paper you’d shoved into your pocket earlier.

It takes you a moment to find it, leaning back slightly and rummaging around in the confined space, digging until you realize it’s been creased tightly against the seam. You pull the phone beside your bed into your lap and hesitate once again, thinking of flickering lamp eyes in the darkness.

Before you lose your nerve you dial the number, a man’s voice answering on the second ring.

“Steve Raglan’s office. Can I help you?”

His voice is an odd mix of rust and nasal whine, overly cheerful.

“Uh, yeah. I got this number from a flyer at my school. It’s about the jobs at Freddy’s.”

The career counselor’s tone shifts an octave lower, a rough grate of noise that sounds pleased. “Excellent. We’ll be holding interviews this week. Was there anything in particular you wanted to be involved with?”

“No, not really.” You wind the phone cord around your index finger, straightening out the tight coil briefly before it resumes its previous shape, hugging the digit firmly.

“Well, we’d love to have you come down and tell you more about the opportunities available. What day works for you?”

“Um, any afternoon is fine, really.”

“Great. Flexibility is something the owner really appreciates. How does Wednesday sound to you? Three o’clock?”

“Sure, that works.” You give the man your contact information.

“We look forward to seeing you then.” There’s a soft sound like a hum of amusement and then the line is disconnected, the dial tone loud in your ear.

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

“hey, ‘sup?”

grian whirled around, an iron sword flashing into his hand. “who— oh. hey, pearl. doing fine.”

“hi,” the cleaning lady greeted cheerfully, her wings fluttering as she skipped the last few steps of the jagged bridge leading up to grian’s base.

“no flying,” grian smiled.

pearl shrugged. “well, it’s break time. the rules don’t really apply right now.”

”yeah, whatever. what’d you come here for?” grian pulled out an axe and started hacking at the wood of the trees he’d been growing nearby.

she hummed a wistful tune and strolled underneath grian’s structure. “nice place you got here. very interesting.”

“it’s an abstract staircase.”

“it’s a staircase, you’re a nutcase, whatever.” pearl turned around to face grian. “grian, i’m not going to beat around the bush here. this life series feels different.”

“what d’you mean?” grian stopped mid-swing, and his grip tightened on the axe.

“i dunno,” the mounder flopped down on the grass, absentmindedly twirling her sword. evidently, she didn’t think it threatening. or maybe she did. ah, psychological warfare. “it feels more… grounded? like, real. with limited, double life… the gimmick felt so out of reach. a timer ticking down your life? your life being linked to someone else? it felt like something that came down from the heavens.”

pearl paused. grian let the axe drop onto the grass and leaned against the nearest tree, folding his arms. “well?”

“but now… it’s so close. it’s so subjective. we don’t even know if we’ve completed our task yet.” here, pearl grinned. “part of why i failed my second task, heh. but i didn’t figure human interactions were really their kind of thing. usually they throw us the idea and we just go along with it.”

“who’s they?” grian asked, the answer already drumming in his head.

“you know. the watchers.” pearl glanced at grian with a strange spark in her eye. “with a literal sculpture of, well, them giving out the secrets? feels more your kind of thing, if i’m going to be honest.”

“so?” grian said defiantly, already seeing the wave of truth about to crash onto his shore.

pearl sighed. “grian, the life game this time — martyn calls it a death game, haha — it’s not the watchers. it’s you.”

grian swallowed, feeling the sun burning his brown hair. he reached up and ruffled it. “i-i may still be a watcher, but i’m…” he hesitated. “one of the good ones.”

“yeah,” pearl rolled her eyes, “they always said that. ‘we’re here to help’. and here to punish if it’s more entertaining,” she added with disdain. “that’s them, eh? don’t really care if we’re happy or sad, as long as it’s fun to watch.”

grian looked up at the sky, and then at the ground, and groaned. “look, i… i thought it would be fun, alright? just a little— a little game. would be fun to watc- play.” he spit out a curse word in the ancient watcher dialect.

“unfortunately, i understand that,” pearl sighed. “is that why? you were so wound up when scar won the hard task. he’d beaten the system— you. you were the system. and watchers hate losing control.”

“i shouldn’t have gone soft on him. humans are so—”

“grian, careful. you’re turning bad again.”

grian stopped himself. “right, right. right. i’m human, scar’s human. you’re human.”

“grian, why?” pearl looked at him sadly. “why did you want to— put us through this two months of torture again?”

the watcher looked at her, pained. “pearl, i… i promised myself, this life series would be better than the watchers’. it would be fun, and goofy. there was even a slumber party, right? most people at your house since double life, i bet.” grian had to admit, double life was a low blow, and he felt bad immediately, but he was defensive and that was pearl’s greatest chink in her armour.

pearl flinched. “what, and forcing people together is any better? creating fake friendships for the sake of a game? having whispers spread and secrets kept between friends who can’t tell or risk eventual death sounds a more watcher than grian thing, if i’d be honest. i’d rather have true pain than false happiness.”

“this series is different from the other ones. i’m not like the watchers at all.” grian protested.

pearl stood up and kept her sword, her wings wavering from anxiety. “it’s different? when compliments aren’t real and people aren’t themselves? that’s good? mumbo built his house sideways because of bdubs’ task. sure, it’s harmless and funny now, but when the ink the secrets are written in turn to blood…” she shook her head. “it’s not going to benefit anyone.”

“i’m a good person,” grian repeated, trying to calm the thumping in his ribcage.

“are you sure? are you really sure, that when this server, this town is painted red, you wouldn’t watch and bask in the glory of the death and blood? you keep insisting it’s different, but it’s exactly the same as every other time.”

because power is what you crave. there’s watcher in your soul, grian. there’s always been and there still is.

grian wasn’t sure where the words came from. he wanted to blame it on the watchers, but somehow he knew it was coming from himself, his mind pleading with his heart.

“pearl, i—” grian’s wrist beeped. “session’s starting. look, pearl, i’m not sorry, it was a good decision—”

pearl shook her head. “i’m not mad, i’m just… well. gotta get back to do my intro.” she walked two or three steps down the bridge, then stopped and turned back. “got a secret to keep?”

and grian’s heart felt the wind whip across it, harshly lashing it as he watched her leave.

always watching.

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day Nine - Prompt: Ocean @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 775 words

TW: Mild NSFW reference at the end

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After his chat with Dorcas, Evan decided to take a walk. He wasn’t due back at the shop until Monday and already regretted requesting the entire week off. At the time, he’d allowed an ocean of sentiment to overrule his good sense. Catching up with his sister and obligatory family time seemed worth the lost hours and pay while he dodged Barty’s calls. Less so now.

I should call in and say I want to come back early.

Kingsley would probably agree right off. He was short three people over winter hols and was fully booked with appointments. It would be so easy to fall back into his routine. A routine that used to include his favourite customer. Barty had been a customer at The Ink Blot longer than Evan worked there, which meant Kingsley wasn’t willing to lose a long-time customer over a break-up.

He shoved that worry aside and texted his boss. If Kingsley said that he was needed, then he could play it up to his parents. His father would likely encourage him to go back and show a “good work ethic,” by which he really meant “work your arse off and quit relying on me.”

Kingsley’s answer was swift and definitive. “If you’re available, I have clients for you.”

Good enough.

Evan called his father and laid on the promise of holiday pay as thick as possible. It didn’t take much convincing. His father hated seeing him “loaf” around the house.

“Go on then. Your mum and I still expect you to attend the party though, comprenez-moi?”

“Oui, père.”

As soon as the call ended, he spun on his heel and headed into work. Evan needed the escape as much as he did the money. While he didn’t have many bills per se, he did have a healthy weed and cigarette habit to maintain.

By the time he reached the shop, there was a line six deep in the waiting area. He waved at Emmeline, who was manning the front desk and looked relieved to see him.

“So glad to see you, Evan!” she said, blowing him a kiss. “You’re a peach, darling. A peach!”

“Give me a few to set up, then send them back.”

She saluted him with two fingers, then returned her attention to the customer that she was assisting. He didn’t envy her job. Helping people choose a design was his least favourite part of the job. Evan could happily spend hours losing himself to the hum of his gun and methodical line work, but managing indecisive twats was not his forte.

As he set up his station, Evan tried to ignore the nagging images of Barty sprawled out on his table. The first time that he saw him walk in, Evan knew he was trouble. When Barty threw himself onto the table and winked at him a few weeks later, he knew that he would dive headfirst into it.

“You’re the new kid, right?” Barty said, tucking his hands behind his head.

“I’m new, yes. What did you pick and where is it going?”

Barty shrugged, then pulled off his shirt. “I’m not picky. Do whatever you want.”

Evan stared at him for a full five minutes before realising that he was serious. Every inch of Barty’s chest and arms was covered in random tattoos. His skin was complete chaos. There were three large tattoos in sight and a hodgepodge filled in around them. A snake that coiled up the right side of his chest and neck, the spiderweb that stretched across his left hip, and a large collection of daggers fanned out in a semi-circle below his belly button and pointed at groin.

“You don’t have anywhere to—”

“Check my back.” He sat up and turned away.

“No, not really. Unless you want it here.” Evan pressed a gloved finger at the base of his spine. “Think you can handle a tramp stamp?”

Barty snorted loudly, then nodded. “Yeah, go wild, man. Whatever you want to do is fine by me.”

It wasn’t until he was two hours in with Barty face down on the table and his jeans tugged down below his bum that it hit Evan. He planned this position. He wanted Evan to stare at his sparsely covered arse for multiple hours. Barty watched him intently as he drew the intricate vines that teased the tail of another snake that mimicked the one on the front.

Evan bought weed from Barty, then sucked him off after-hours on that same table three random tattoos later. Now it was a humbling memory. He didn’t regret it, not really. It was just one more mistake to learn from.

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[almadesarrollo]

GHOSTFORCE OPINION AND RECOMMENDATION (series necessary to watch to better understand MLB)

Given that there will clearly be a crossover with Ghostforce, I was forced to watch it, in 3 days I did a marathon and binge-watched everything about the series hahahahaha

what is it about? : there are 3 boys who must capture ghosts in capsules using superpowers, ghosts that appear out of nowhere and cause chaos, they have the help of miss jones, a half-human, half-ghost scientist who studies ghosts and a robot called glowboo, with the power to illuminate.

There are 2 seasons: the 1st season has 52 episodes and the 2nd also has 52, but the latter is still broadcast, each episode lasts approximately 12 minutes, as for movies, there are none so far, but there are 2 specials, one for Halloween and one for Christmas, both lasting approximately 21 minutes.

how is it? My criticism and opinion: The truth is that it is a very good series, I really like the idea of ​​fighting ghosts in the Ghostbuster style, and I also think that the concept of light and dark is very good, the characters are good, and well, One thing that I do like is how they leave the villain in the veil of mystery (something that MLB does not do) and also how the relationship between man and woman is carried out in the dynamics of battles, you know we are in the era where the woman has to being perfect and the trash man, but here this is well balanced and everyone contributes something important, which is appreciated, what I do think can play in a negative way is that they are very long seasons and even though the episodes are short, sometimes It is hard to see, because sometimes the dynamics are similar, (a bit like what happened in MLB) but of course, it is necessary to see because they are presentations of characters.

For me, the best have been the specials, especially the Halloween one, which undoubtedly best captures the essence of this series, and what its concept is, these are my favorites.

As for the animation and soundtrack, the truth is that it is also very good, it is average, a bit childish but not unpleasant to see, where it can best be appreciated is in the spaces, where the conditions are met, the music too It's fine but it often has Miraculous vibes, in fact, there is some recycling, and it will seem like you are watching this series hahaha.

Should we see it? :Yes, but come on, go see it right now!!! not because of how good she is but because of her connection with miraculous LADYBUG.

miraculous and ghostforce occur in the same universe and are connected, but on some amazing levels, there are references everywhere,

so it is logical that there is going to be a crossover, but, as I tell you, as I have watched the series this goes further, I mean the LONDON thing IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF WHAT YOU HAVE PLANNED GUYS!!!! , there are a lot of clues, so to speak, that the series itself leaves to imply how ALL THIS WILL COME TOGETHER more than once, it will be like MARVEL AND DC, so if you are a fan of miraculous ladybug, yes or yes You are going to have to watch this series because in the future everything is going to be connected to each other and you are going to get lost, (TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA, THIS IS GOING TO BE LIKE AVENGERS ENGAME, CLEARLY IF YOU DON'T SEEN CAPTAIN AMERICA, OR IRON MAN OR AVENGERS, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING AT ALL) and let's not talk about Zak Storm, this series has a subtle hint of that series, so imagine!!!!! And, this series is long so I recommend that you hurry up, another thing is that as you already know I have said that Miraculous LADYBUG is a puzzle and gives clues to what is going to happen next, right? Well, GHOSTFORCE is also part of that and has helped me better understand MLB, so if you have those types of problems, this series will also help you.

MIRACULER YEARS AGO :"HEY!" YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER OF MLB, BECAUSE IF NOT YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND WHY HE DOES THIS OR THAT." MIRACULER TODAY "YOU HAVE TO WATCH ALL THE SERIES in the ZAG universe BECAUSE IF NOT, YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THIS CHARACTER IS IN THE OTHER HERO'S COUNTRY AND THEY WORK TOGETHER ETC…"

CONCLUSION: YOU HAVE TO CATCH UP WITH ALL THIS, GO SEE IT, YOU WILL ENJOY IT AND YOU WILL BE MORE UP TO DATE WITH THIS WORLD OF HEROES THAT JEREMY IS SETTING UP, I FOR ONE, WHEN I FINISH MY ZAG POSTS, I WILL START MAKING THEORIES OF THE LONDON SPECIAL AND GHOSTFORCE WITH MLB BECAUSE SERIOUSLY I HAVE DISCOVERED MANY THINGS!!!!!

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[someuncreativity]

Fuck it here’s part two of

My Ranking of How Quickly I’d Let These Fictional Men Rearrange My Organs

Still BotW/TotK edition because look at these men

You get the point, it’s gonna be hella NSFW because read the title

Oh but also this time I’m formatting the prompts like Stanzi Potenza’s “Animated Men I Would Sell My Body To At a Discount Price, The Discount Being Free Because I Would Never Make These Fine Gentlemen Pay For a Whore Like Me” series on YouTube

Cuz why not

But also this is just me thirsting after the most atrocious and/or attractive men in the Zelda universe

6. Master Kogha

This man may not be a fine dining experience, but he’s definitely worth your time for a banana or two.

A solid six-out-of-ten, the only thing that rivals your hatred for his superhero alter ego is his dad bod that puts furry artists on Twitter to shame.

They say that everything’s better with friends, and this man has a couple that would sweeten the deal, and as it happens, red spandex is absolutely up my alley.

A dork playing glorified dress-up doesn’t sound fun until his devotion to a demon king threatens an entire nation, and I am 100% here for it.

5. Revali

Fun fact, my favorite bird to eat is chicken, partially because I’m basic, but also because I could see myself sinking my canines into that cock.

His aim is im-peck-able, pun intended and unashamed, and he’s certain to get a bullseye into my heart.

I know he’s an egomaniac, but in the deep, dark, crevices of my mind, I know he’s mentally ruined. It’s the lifelong trauma and the “I can fix him” for me.

I love Rito clothing, especially since this man’s version of is the sluttiest thing on earth. After looking at him, I’m certain I’m not getting cold anytime soon.

He could treat me like the scum of the earth and I’d still be on all fours polishing his arrow free of charge. He’s like if a Disney prince realized he was a Disney prince.

4. Daruk

The only Goron I’d let pound me like a quarry, this man has warmed my heart like the fiery maw of his hometown’s tourist trap.

I could write a fifty-page essay about how this man’s kindness makes My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic look like more of a joke than it already is.

I know what I’ve said about Gorons literally crushing me to death, but as long as his words of encouragement are the last thing I hear as he erupts inside of me like Death Mountain, that’s all that really matters.

That loincloth isn’t doing much in the way of covering up his Boulder Breaker, and for that, I thank the weak fabric for its service to our nation. On the plus side, it’s white, so if he ever walks in the rain, that cloth’s purpose in life will have been fulfilled.

The fact that he has a grandson makes him not just a DILF but a GILF. In my opinion, fathers age like wine, so this is a win-win for me.

Combined with his white beard which resembles a mane more than facial hair, he’s like Santa if Santa was somehow both more and less cuddly at the same time.

And I know he’s afraid of dogs, but personally, that’s fine. I’m more of a cat person anyway.

3. Teba

Take everything I said about Revali and multiply it by the “white hair equals sexy” principle, and you have the new Rito chief.

I didn’t think it was possible to find anyone edgier than the spirit inside of the Master Sword, but here we are.

It is taking every ounce of my soul not to say “I can fix him” because clearly, I can’t and he doesn’t want me to.

. I would let him cry his heart out after nearly losing everything near and dear to him. There’s no shame, sweetie.

His wings are long, and I know of a few things that are longer. Given that he has procreated, it’s clear that the hot springs aren’t the only things that’ll be hot and steamy after a night with him.

Speaking of which, he’s a loving parent and a loving husband, which makes him a DILF, and let me tell you, the second that word becomes an adjective, the snow isn’t the only white thing covering the Hebra mountains.

If he could fly me into the skies, I would watch the sunset with him in silence as we realized the real magic was inside us all along or something like that. Whatever makes him happy, and yes, if he asks for it, that includes me swallowing a few of his bird eggs.

2. Tauro

Finally, a himbo the people can rely on.

We love seeing strong, partially-head-empty men being strong, partially-head-empty men.

Only I’m pretty sure this himbo is actually smart.

Idk I haven’t played enough or focused enough in Kakariko to find out lol

This man is investigating the ring ruins but he forgot about the ring he he to put on my finger.

He is giving “I’m going to save the world” and we love that. If you don’t, I see why- I did just say I liked villains- but I’m a double-sided coin.

Speaking of coins, flip one: head or tails? Which part of me is going to need to be replaced by Rauru? I don’t know, and quite frankly, I don’t care.

I personally have some depths for him to explore, and let me tell you, it’s gonna be the cave feeling his gloom infiltrate every orifice instead, and the cave will thank him.

His hair is giving the Hot Topic version of Melanie Martinez, and let me tell you, if I wasn’t a Crybaby, this man would have turned me.

I just love that every single Hylian around is taller than Link. I also love, however, that this man also towers over them too. Honestly, that makes things even better for me personally.

As long as Miss Papaya over there doesn’t realize that Link isn’t half the hero her grandma made him out to be, we won’t have problems. No worries here, chief, just doing some Zonai excavating.

1. King Dorephan

It’s known that this man singlehandedly defeated a Guardian, but judging by his measurements, all of which make the Empire State Building look like a stack of building blocks, it’s not hard to see how.

The leader of the Zora, this man is guaranteed to make any traveler feel right at home- hopefully, between the two logs he calls legs and the other two which he uses for other less savory deeds.

Not that I would mind, he could stretch my throat out to a time when the community will stop complaining about how the company keeps retconning the story with one and turn me into a make seahorse during conception with the other and I’d still have room. I have no shame.

If his son is a ten, he would have still been a ten before inflation.

You have to love a rich man with anatomically-correct shark organs. Jaws was really just my wake-up call after all, but not really because I like my men to talk dirty.

All I ask for in life is for this DILF to stretch me like taffy and squash me like a grape. Once that is achieved, I don’t care what Ganon does to Hyrule- I found my own sacred realm, thank you very much.

[mikuni14]

Ngl, but I will say that The Sign has been failing me for the last 3 episodes and I don't vibe with this series like I did at the beginning. As a matter of fact, I have the impression that episodes 1-5 are completely different than episodes 6-8.

First of all, an explanation: I watch BL series for pure escapism, I really expect nothing else, but to have a nice time watching the romance of beautiful boys 😎 I don't add any high values, any ideology, I don't have ANY high expectations from BL series, I'm an old school fujoshi. Life is shitty as it is, what's happening around us is depressing - I just need a break from reality, which was previously given to me by books, manga, anime, and now mainly by BL series.

If a BL series tries to be something more, gives me something beautiful, deep, that gives me food for reflection and analysis, such as The Eighth Sense, then I treat it as something extra, like an additional bonus, a gift from the benevolent BL gods 😀 I don't take it for granted as something that, idk, has to be there. For me, BL series are supposed to give me a good time, they have to spark joy (and what never ceases to amaze me is how, with such minimal expectations, so many series still can't do even this minimum lol). Despite everything, I can forgive a lot, as long as the couple and their romance make me feel good. Like, A LOT.

The Sign in episodes 1-5 was EXACTLY what I expect from BL series: a killer couple, great chemistry between the actors, an interesting story (even if stupid and chaotic at times). I praised this series for Phaya and Tharn (emphasis on Tharn) and their MANY high-quality scenes together. Their romance was tender and hot at the same time, the attraction between them was visible from the beginning, their relationship developed logically and linearly, the series made me feel joy and hope.

But something broke down from episode 6. The romance went into strange fluctuations, depressive lows and sudden bursts of euphoria, the number of their shared, high-quality scenes decreased dramatically, in episode 6 there were even no such scenes, and in 7 and 8 I counted like 2 of them. I CONSTANTLY GO BACK TO THEIR SCENES FROM EPISODES 1- 5, AND FROM EPISODES 6-8 I ONLY GO BACK TO ONE.

What else I loved about PhayaTharn's relationship was how equal they both are in the relationship. Since episode 6, there is no equality, the person who is constantly striving and fighting for their relationship and constantly giving of himself is Phaya. And only Phaya is shown as someone who even has a nervous breakdown due to being rejected by Tharn. Tharn is shown as if everything he does is calculated coldly, the lack of contact with Phaya is not shown as if it was even some kind of nuisance for him. Tharn became a double victim of the script and the narrative: firstly, because he is a character who is afraid that Phaya will die and therefore rejects him, and secondly, the script is unable to present it in a way that is sympathetic to Tharn. I know that Tharn is afraid. But it's not about what I know, but how I perceive it. And I perceive Tharn with irritation. (in The Eight Sense, Jae Won also rejected Ji Hyun after the accident, but in this case I knew why he did it and in addition, the series presented Jae Won in such a way that my heart bled for him. That's what a good story is, it makes me feel satisfied when looking at the scene and the characters both objectively and emotionally)

Another thing that is starting to take away from my enjoyment of watching this series is the constant leaks and spoilers that suggest a breakup, Tharn's "sacrifice" for Phaya, that somehow karma and Chalathon will win and love and Phaya will lose. Just yesterday I listened to a song sung by Babe and read the lyrics of this song… I'm, ok, like, it's totally not my style lol. This is no longer my escape from reality, reality has caught up with me in my yaoi dream 😂

Saturday was The Sign day for me, I never made any plans just to be able to watch the show when it came out. But guess what, I might have potential plans for this Saturday and after my first reaction of "no, I have to watch The Sign", my second thought was whether I really wanted to watch an episode that would probably be depressing again, with maybe one nice scene, and that's assuming that Phaya will wake up? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I guess I'm not in a rush 😄

I also want to say that on instagram I mostly see stuff about Babe and Billy, and the tag the sign on tumblr is kept alive thanks to the heroic efforts of about 3 good people lol whatever content appears, 90% are scenes from old episodes and from new ones, there are mostly from the love scene. Soooo, I suppose people are not too hyped about recent episodes as well... 🙂

Anyway, I am begging this series to bring back the vibe and way of presenting PhayaTharn's story from its beginnings. I have nothing against angst, tears, even temporary breakups (during the series, NOT at the end). This is how it was in The Eighth Sense, MoD, LoA, To Sir, With Love, and in fucking The Untamed where the breakup lasted for years and The Angst was served in BUCKETS lol. But what I want is for their love to be their strength, for watching them together to give me pleasure and joy. I would like to see more scenes with them, even if they were fighting (not this rejection/ cold days bullshit), but for them to be together and for there to be some good emotions. I want to return to the obsession this series made me feel, to endlessly analyze their scenes together, to blush and squeal like a little girl. And not to wait with increasing dread for the ending like in MODC 😶

(besides, the series just became a little boring and even more chaotic, like, I don't even know (and care for that matter) whose body they pulled out of the water in the last episode and how many open cases they are having at the same time lmao and now there will be also Tharn's personal revenge, this is crazy 😂)

[writingfics-passingtime]

For the mixtape drabbles! She Keeps Me Warm (Mary Lambert) + Kate Bishop x reader? 🥺

I finally watched Hawkeye, just for you, anon! Thank you for this beautiful request 💜

Even If I Tried

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song prompt: She Keeps Me Warm

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader (no pronouns used)

Words: ~800

CWs: SFW. Some fluff and kissing. A near-kitchen fire.

You start swallowing the thick stench of something green, leafy and burning the moment you walk into your apartment. You drop your bag immediately and rush through the smoke-hazy air that’d settled in the front hall.

“Babe?” There’s an edge of nerves in your voice. Kate swears under her breath when she hears it and wonders if there’s any way to salvage- “What’s going on?”

Flying into the kitchen, waving a hand in front of your face to fend off the assault of burnt broccoli, you swan to the stove and take control of the situation. Kate steps back, starting to explain, “It’s- um, actually it’s supposed to be smoking like that because it’s uh… a flambé dish and-” she kicks herself when she sees your first move is to turn on the extractor fan above the stove, so she tries saying, “and you’re supposed to let the room fill with the aroma.”

You turn and raise an eyebrow, feeling a smirk begin to form. Instead, you hold it back. Just to see how far your girlfriend would dig herself into this whole. “You’re supposed to fill the room with the aroma?”

“Yes,” Kate seals her lips tight as she nods, obfuscating her glance as she so clearly bullshits on the spot. “This dish is all about creating atmosphere.”

“Atmosphere,” you repeat.

“It’s fine dining.”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Your smirk lets loose. The universe always has the best comedic timing.

“Shit,” Kate swears under her breath and rustles past you to climb on the counter and access the smoke alarm.

You call after her, “Is the sweet symphony of the smoke alarm part of the atmosphere?”

“It- how the hell- it is actually,” she continues flubbing her way through the explanation as she tries to find the button to turn the alarm off. While she’s sufficiently distracted, you turn all three of the burners off. They were all set to high, absolutely incinerating whatever the hell food this used to be.

She jumps down and lands expertly in front of you, standing with a false confidence before turning back to the stove. You see the flash of panic cross her eyes when she realises that this… fine dining was not salvageable.

“Kate…,” you start, placing a gentle hand on her upper arm.

She seals her lips and closes her eyes, as if she’s transporting herself to somewhere else, shaking her head furiously. You’re grinning now. “Kate,” you say again, and she screws up her face when she hears the humour in your voice. “Oh, babe,” you laugh and pull her close, beyond endeared at her denial as the food keeps sizzling in its own charred remains. Catching a glimpse at the recipe on her phone, you nuzzle your nose against the place behind her ear and tease, “Kind of a big step, going from hot pockets to this-”

“Oh, come on!” Kate grunts and tries to shrug you off, but you laugh and pull her closer. She pouts for a second or two. Then, completely called out with nowhere to escape, your beautiful yet culinarily-incapable girlfriend sighs in defeat. With a wince, she looks at the stove and then lets her forehead fall against your shoulder.

“The onions really stung my eyes.”

You grin wider and run a hand down her back. “I’ll kick their ass.”

“Mmm-already done,” she sniffs and looks at one of the pans that was filled with something at various stages of destruction, mumbling, “I showed them.” She turned back to you and started blurting out, “I wanted to do something nice for you because you’ve been working so hard and your mom said you had this a lot growing up so I thought it would be cute,” she gesticulates wildly, trying to defend herself while you just watched on, filling with a love so warm you could burst. “But, phew, let me tell you…” she looks back with wide eyes. “Broccoli burns fast. I mean you really gotta watch those suckers once they’re in the pan.”

She finally stops for air and looks at you for approval, forgiveness, assurance, all of it. As always, you give her everything.

“I love you,” you pour out in a single breath before kissing her lovingly, gripping both of her hips to pull her in close. When she kisses you back you can taste the smoky air on her skin, and it makes you smile.

“I’m-,” Kate pulls back and reaches for her phone. “Gonna order us a pizza.”

You circle her wrist and tug it away before slowly backing her against the counter, a safe distance away from anything hot. “Later,” you whisper against her mouth before once again savouring the taste of her blushing lips.

In the warm haze, she kisses you.

Until the smoke alarm goes off again.

[gordopickett]

NEW MICHAEL DORMAN SERIES!!!

Mikey has a new Australia-filmed series called Territory (previously titled Desert King) coming out on Netflix this October 24! His character's name is Graham Lawson. ♥🤠♥

I love anything Michael does, of course, but I especially love him in a cowboy hat...and a beard...and shaggy hair! I'm going to lose my mind watching this show!

@tavners @lacontroller1991 @ilovemendo

[standupcomedyhistorian]

Hey, everyone!

Just wanted to let you all know that I’ve recently posted my review of the highly celebrated tv talk show series that defined appointment TV last month for comedy nerds like me:

Everybody’s in L.A.!

John Mulaney recently won an Innovator Award, and you can see why in my article.

I discuss the recurring elements (including everyone’s favorite delivery bot Saymo!) and provide an episode-by-episode analysis of the funniest and most memorable moments and segments (Oh, Hello of COURSE gets a shoutout as well as Letterman and Luenell).

I hope you all enjoy the article (I’m working on one about The Bear next), and stay tuned for more comedy fun! ✌🏼🐔

[a-usernamelol]

A quick guide to my MC!

Allan Waite is My Hogwarts Legacy MC.

He’s genderfluid, and has a more feminine side. Please be kind and respectful.

I don’t mainly ship him with any in game characters at current moment

Outside of the game I do ship him with another friend’s MC.

He’s a Gryffindor student

If you’d like to learn EVEN MORE about my MC, check out THIS POST:

My only current ongoing series is a fan made ARG (augmented reality game)

‼️Currently on hiatus‼️

The ARG will include various puzzles and short one shots to tell the overarching story

The Expeditions is currently hosted on Allan’s own personal Roleplay Hogwarts Legacy blog.

All posts relating to the ARG can be found under the tag #the expeditions

Link to roleplay blog:

Credit for post dividers: @cafekitsune

Credit for MC student ID template: https://twitter.com/nekosweeets/status/1642468161873379328?t=zt6l3yIfM6BgJJpf04mZfQ&s=19