#who cares if he's homophobic he has blue eyes!!! (:

[hollowfyshunsuikubo]

Personal AOT HCs

AN: My best friend started me on this anime purely because they thought I’d like Erwin. They were right of course but the lore elements are cool too. (Please take this peace offering before my very long Bleach x reader ily)

Featuring: As many as I can fit.

Contains: NSFW, Crack, fluff, a lil angst

MINORS DNI I WILL CONTACT YOUR PARENTS.

Hange can sleep anywhere. Like. Anywhere. Moblit has found her sleeping in/on: tables, roofs, a horse, a wild horse, a tree, in a hole, on the stairs, upside down from her ODM gear, and once in Levi’s office.

Onyankapon tries so hard to be a Cool Uncle but ends up coming off like a Weed Fuckboy Chill Cousin. He's also really good at chess.

Erwin liked to adopt little stray cats. HQ was always full of them- little kittens, Mama cats, grumpy old street veterans with ear nicks and scars. He loves them hard enough for them to miss him when he's gone.

Levi hated the cats but sometimes pet them. In his grief after Erwin died he sent them all away to good homes. A tiny little kitten remained hidden in Erwins old room and ate scraps for two months before Levi found it. He kept that single one. It has blue eyes.

Sasha has an incredibly high metabolism, which is why she eats so much. She needs protein and carbs constantly. If she got enough, she'd be twice as strong and Reiner and would benchpress Mike for fun.

Connie shaved his head until some girl mentioned he'd look hot with soft curls. THEN he started growing it out a little.

Jean is so devoted to Mikasa he doesn't sleep with anyone else. Well, there was that really weird night with that guy, but that doesn't count... right.

Eren is both so homophobic and so ally it's hard to tell that he's bisexual.

Armin has the biggest library. Erwin, for some random reason, left him all his books. Levi didn't contest that. In some books, Erwin even left little annotations- speaking even though he is gone. Armin flips through the pages often, wondering if the Commander he didn't know so well would have ever seen him as a son, if he had lived.

Yelena doesn't know who's right or wrong, a lot of the time. She agrees with Eren, people should pay. But the lives that will be lost... is war really worth it? She sits up at night with a drink and a cigarette glaring at the moon, wondering if her ideals are placed in the wrong people. But never once does she defect or speak out.

I'd like to think in their vulnerable moments, Mikasa and Annie sneak out together after the Rumbling. They sit under the stars and train for a little. They end up covered in bruises. Annie admits she's sorry. Mikasa admits she is too. They keep fighting, because what else is there now?

Historia cares for her child, but can't look at her daughter. She sees to much of what she wished she had, too much of a life she was denied. She loves her little daughter, but can't help but resent her too. Historia is scared she'll end up like her mother, and pushes all of it down.

Before he died, Beretoldt thought about how his life was going to save another person's life, but in the back of his mind he wished he could see his parents one last time. He was, after all, only a child.

Reiner went to therapy, once. He cried and cried and cried. He hasn't gone back, but his mind feels better. He can finally sit down and put his life into reasonable order. He misses Porco, oddly enough. He misses being told the truth and seen as just a man.

Annie misses the feeling of her Titan. If you asked her, she'd say it's like a puzzle piece is missing, a warm embrace ripped from her. Her crystal was the last thing from her Titan that felt like a home. She'd say it's like missing the skin of your back because you peeled it off. She'd say it's a longing. But she doesn't talk, not often now.

When Eren and Mikasa fucked off to Switzerland, they had a ball of a time. Mikasa got really good at cooking, Eren finally learned to chill the fuck out, and of course: geese. Lots of geese.

Floch, weirdly enough, unlike Jean, has a lot of sexual experience. The girls he sleeps with says he's a damnable bastard in person, but actually kind of sweet in bed. Sure he's rough but he makes sure they like it. He has four bastard children and he's very, very proud.

Sasha and Connie would sometimes just fight with long sticks. Hey Siri, play "Duel of The Fates" I should write for Star Wars they got really good at it.

Eren and Floch had a one night stand. Yelena walked in on them halfway through and laughed so hard they stopped. It's never happened again, but Yelana likes to hint at it.

Zeke often just fucking. Sits there. He'll just be brooding and he'll zone back in and what the fuck it's been three hours why didn't anyone tell me. He likes his beard as well, he doesn't like to shave it because he's got a bit of a baby face, and he even has a comb specifically for grooming it. He gets bitches too. He's a big fan of pussy eating btw. Really, really big.

Historia knows what a strap is. No she will not tell anyone but they KNOW it was Ymir. A bad influence even after her goddamn death.

Gabi wakes up screaming some nights, begging for it to stop, begging to be able to go back, to not do what she did. Falco tries to comfort her, but some nights, all she can say is "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry Sasha." Connie, sometimes, hears this. He gets... Angry. And sad too, knowing that Gabi was just a kid, indoctrinated and brainwashed, and that her regrets equal his own.

[chewing-drywall]

METALOCALYPSE HEADCANNONS

(Part 1/??)

Buckle in yall this will be a long ass post

TOKI WARTOOTH

Earlyklok! Toki

-the most sincerely homophobic in the beginning. You don't just get raised the way he's been and not have some WILD ass beliefs about the world, he eventually unlearns it but being surrounded by dude bros who constantly call things gay as an insult and his tendency to take things litterally DONT help. And it's not like active hate or anything it's just getting raised that gay people are sinners and are gonna burn in hell is definitely a topic you gotta make an effort to unlearn.

-seeing two girls kissing on the streets of florida for the first time??? SHOCKED, litterally did a full head swivel to check if anyone else had seen it and imploded when no one seemed to be as surprised at he was

-Doesnt really even understand why the rest of the band likes casual sex so much, it feels good but at first he thought it was strange there were all of these girl fawning over a him, a technical stranger, and he just goes along with it.

- got his ears pierced about 4 months into earlyklok sitting on the ledge of their shared apartments crusty bathtub

they were all packed into the tiny bathroom, talking over eachother, the room thick with weed smoke, skwisgaar perched over him in the bathtub holding his head straight

pickles did it with a safety pin and an icecube, joint hanging off his lips as he squinted in concentration

Toki didn't flinch, didn't even stop talking to Nathan about the newest Cannibal corpse album that Nathan wanted to buy a cd of

He liked the feeling of skwisgaars hands engulfing his face, it was a touch that wasn't cruel. Plus knowing that the best guitarist he's ever heard in his whole life hands were soft was a fact that he's gonna ingrain into his head.

Murderface and Nathan actually looked mildly concerned at tokis complete lack of reaction

- the kid will offhandedly say really cryptic shit, through broken English and weird reactions to what they think is normal stuff. the band gets the gist that they'd have to be a hell of a lot drunker to handle his truth (toki: oh don't worry I'm used to the dark! :), everyone else:👀)

-got a lip piercing but didn't take care of it properly, so of course it got infected and had to be taken out

-this is when he starts age regressing but doesn't realize he's doing it,

-he'd watch a kids cartoon in complete silence until the season ends and it's the only way to keep him completely still and quiet

-is attracted to bright and colorful things even if it gets him made fun off by the guys, secretly LOVES Lisa frank art

Regular adult toki

-AUTISM AUTISM AUTISM

HATES tables that aren't clean, when it's noticeably sticky or there's crumbs that stick to his arms when he leans on the table

-same with the feeling of spilt beer, has gotten used to it over the years but the feeling of dried sticky beer still has his skin crawling

-has drunken bong water as a dare (all of them have as some point but still)

-has also smoked weed through his nose (again on a dare)!

-if you look really close into his eyes, his eyes go so light blue it looks pale yellow

-very very kind and pretty eyes, the downwards slope of them make him look sad with a neutral face

-LONG AND THICK EYELASHES

-works out mostly regularly to keep his shape, he gets too energetic for the others to handle so it's a good way to blow off some steam

-Likes the idea of wearing feminine stuff, skirts seem sooooo comfortable but doesn't wear them cause yknow the teasing would be absolutely relentless

-medium thickness chewed on lips, does it mindlessly

-knows hes capable of incredible violence, the band is also very aware and whenever he gets legitimately pissed off during a argument (like a genuine, seriously bad argument) they'll usually just back off and wait to bring it up later when toki doesn't look like he's three seconds away from curbstomping them

-FAT crush on Nathan but for some reason gets really shy around it??

-Nathan will compliment him and toki will deadass write with a fluffy pink huge glittery pink pen in an equally pink journal kicking his legs and giggling

*Nathan told me when I got that chord I kept fucking up correct that he could *see me improving* EEEEE he's soooo big He could throw me Like a football

-fond of murderface, knows people deal with their own shit in diffrent ways so he doesn't take his insults to heart (usually)

-relationship with skiwsgaar is. Weird.

I'll probably get into it on another post but it's SO complicated like. Were both emotionally constipated around eachother, our relationship used to be so kind and gentle skiwsgaar was tokis mentor and wanted to see him grow but has such anxeity around toki surpassing him he purposely beats him down; and toki doesn't have the work ethic or drive to truly get to thay level and it impedes the progress of the band. But engages with this weird rivalry thats also a form of love and respect like. Your the only one I could ever be worried about being better than me and I've watched you grow so much and I don't know how to express that properly YADDA YADDA YADDA

-loves pickles very much, he was the most welcoming in the beginning and always made a space for him at the table, later on a shoulder to cry on.

[soft-for-them]

I don't know a thing about love - Daryl Dixon x plus size non-binary reader

Summary: A Daryl x plus size non-binary reader based off the song 'I don't know a thing about love' by the White Buffalo.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: This is both a non-binary reader and a plus size reader, so cis people this isn't for you. The reader has been left vague because this is a short fic and not all plus size non-binary people are afab (really, it's real problem with authors, non-binary people aren't women!) This is coming from your very own non-binary/queer op. 👍

Everyone knows that you and Daryl Dixon are partners but everyone also knows that your relationship, or lack thereof, is complicated.

It’s clear you love each other, Rick or Carl could tell you (with various amounts of excitement) about the first time the two of you met, how Daryl’s eye widened, how you smiled like you had be given the sun and moon.

From the very start of joining Rick’s group you had it hard. Having to explain to people that you’re non-binary and not a man or woman was hard, both for yourself because you were coming out again to complete strangers and for them for most of the group aren’t queer.

Carl got it straight away, he happily used your preferred pronouns and asked you many questions most of which weren’t about being trans but where about random this like comic books and how your survived.

Rick, Carol, Glenn and Maggie learnt quickly too whilst the rest took their time getting used to someone so different to their heteronormative life.

Maybe it was because living people are hard to come by, maybe it’s because most of the bigots of the group had met their grizzly end but somehow you feel safer with Rick’s little rag tag group of survivors then the people you house shared with before the apocalypse arose.

Then there’s Daryl.

Now don’t get me wrong, the first few weeks of you joining Rick’s crew he didn’t talk to you, he just stared at you. He was raised by bigoted people and he was trying to be better, before the end of times even began he was trying to be better. He wasn’t racist or homophobic like his dad or brother nor did he go out his way to antagonise anyone (for he isn’t Merle after all) but still he was learning.

He was drawn to you, it made him panic just a bit but he has long realised that he isn’t so straight, that he identifies with both Bisexual, Pansexual and Queer, that he didn’t need a label for one he loves you and two who fucking cares.

But still it took a long time to come to terms with, thankfully you were there with him to help.

He remembers one day when you still were new and everyone was still stuck in the prison out the blue he asked about your jacket, an oversized black denim jacket sparsely covered in handmade patches.

You told him about the small amount of patches that you had; a non-binary flag on the breast pocket, an anti-Nazi patch on your arm, two ridged band patches that really should have been ironed on instead of sew on dotted around, tin badges decorating the collar like a jewelled necklace.

Over the years the jacket has evolved like he has, both have become more outward and full of love.

Daryl still cracks a smile at the back patch adorning your jacket made out of an old t-shirt of Carl’s that depicted a superhero dog.

You and Daryl talk, sleep close, sneak kisses when people aren’t looking, go hunting together, laugh at each other’s silly jokes. You’re out going and talkative whilst he stands back quiet and stoic his eyes always filled with love for you. You share clothes like it’s nothing, he loves holding you close at night the feeling of your plush body against his better than any bed or pillow, he knows you in and out, as do you for him.

But somehow still the two of you have never breached the subject of how much you love each other, you’ve neither had the conversation trying to figure out what to call one another.

Well not until today.

Sitting idly on the front porch of a nice enough house in Alexandria you work away under the watchful eye of your lover.

It was no surprise that you and Daryl were put together in the same home, neither is it a surprise that you both sit so close as the sky starts to turn orange, the sun slowly setting and the moon rising into the sky.

Knees touching, you carefully try to stick on a new patch onto your jacket next to one of many pride flags you’ve acclimated over the years.

Daryl leans over watching you quietly sew wonky stitches, his face almost pressed to the side of your round cheek.

“You know what Daryl?” you whisper, eyes flickering up to look up at him.

He just hums out a yes.

“When I first met you I didn’t know anything about love, I don’t think I fully know a thing about love now but with you I- I well-“ you face goes warm, your fingers stop sewing as he looks up at you with sparkling eyes, “-I think I’m learning because of you.”

He just stares at you for a moment, shock and what you assume is love morphing his face into a sweet smile.

That moment disappears as he leans down and kisses you, his chapped lips gentle on yours, your hands dropping your handiwork on your lap to hold his face in place.

You pull away first but still hold onto him with pin pricked hands, eye still connected staring like a fool at him, happiness flooding through your bodies.

“For years I was told I’d never find love because of who I am-“ you begin again still in a whisper, the thoughts of the long dead people who said such cruel things being pushed away by the many memories of your and Daryl.

You push a piece of his long brown hair back from his face, you smile growing big and proud.

“- but I had been looking for love below and above despite all the dead roaming around and then there you were.”

He lets out a small chuckle, one that isn’t filled with malice like old lovers did but one filled with a joy you’ve only seen for yourself.

“Do you?” he asks covering your wondering hands with his, “Because I do, I love you.”

“So many eyes in the world are searching for love and somehow I find you, of course I love you Daryl.”

The two of you laugh together as you kiss again, the set of wings you were stitching onto your jacket fully discarded as the kiss deepens.

[unamused-boss]

Boots and Trumpets

Robin Buckley x Hargrove Oc

Warning, Strong topics: homophobia, child abandonment, troubled sibling relationship, child abuse, underage drinking, Homophobic language, strong language

I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments regarding sexuality or religion!

Summary: Amelia is now facing new challenges within Hawkins. One being her having the miss her friend Tina's annual Halloween party. So to counter for what she thought would be a boring night, she stopped by a little birdie's house instead.

I are currently sitting inside your shared ride with Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington. I had the pleasure to have the whole back seat to myself, with my boots propped up onto the window opposite of your head. My baggy washed out jeans hanging from my ankles with my golden colored sweater tucked into my jeans with a brown belt.

“Steve, the more you complain about it and not work on it the more it’s going to suck.” I said to him after hearing him complain about his college essay for the past fifteen minutes.

“It’s not bad Steve, it just needs some rearranging.” Nancy reassured. “You just have to…” Nancy went onto this thing about how he can fix it but I truly did not care. They went onto something else about some dinner that they had to go to. Everything came to a halt when a roar of an engine stopped every word that was about to be exchanged. Both Nancy and Steve stepped out of the car to have a look at the noise while I only peered out of the window. We all saw a charged blue Camaro drive by us and parked. Our eyes still followed to see who owned it. My eyes made contact with the California plate on the back of it.

“What are the odds..” I laughed, I’m kinda happy another Cali kid is here. Maybe I can make a new friend. Two people got out of the car, a dude wearing denim on denim with curly hair styled into a mullet and a twelve year old with red hair with a skateboard. They both looked familiar. But then I saw it, it was the missing earring to my set that I had when I left in California. I thought it fell out when I was packing my bags.

“No fucking way…” I said in shock. ‘Out of every town in this country, you just had to show up here…’

“Shit.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Out of every damn state that those asswhips could pick. They pick my state. Indi-fucking-ana. I can’t handle this. I'm gonna throw up. I don’t have the energy to go find a new place to live. I can’t let any of them see me. I can’t live through this. This has to be some sort of nightmare. A really bad nightmare. God I didn’t change my last name either. Everyone is going to know. He’s going to figure it out and I’ll be thrown in front of a flippin bus. What am I going to do?

“Hey!” An all to perky Tina jumped up at me while I was at my locker. “How are you Amy?”

God, here it begins.

“What’s up…” My voice sounds frazzled, get it together. “I’m fine. What do you need?”

“Well as you know by now there is a new hot topic on campus.” Tina grinned.

“Yeahh.” I answered clearly to most with no enthusiasm, but not to Tina. “What does he have to do with me?”

“Well. I was hoping you could hook me up with your cousin!”

“Cousin? No he is not my cousin, we are no were near related.”

“Really?” She seemed not to believe me. “You guys just look really similar, I mean if you never took your sunglasses off I’d think you were him.” She obviously meant it as a joke. I can tell by the light giggle that she gave after making her comment.

“Well we’re not so I can’t help you there.” I stated blankly to her. “Hope you’re able to get in his pants.” I tried to end the conversation there but I was stopped.

“Hey wait!” I turned back to face Tina, who had pulled out an orange slip of paper. “Here you're invited, hope you can make it.” She said before skipping away to her next class. I looked down at the flier to see ‘ Let’s get sheet faced’ printed in bold on it. I laugh a bit at the play on words before folding it and putting it in my pocket. ‘I am skipping school today’ I made my way to the back exit of the school when a light force knocked me a few steps back.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, that was completely my fault. Please don’t yell at me, I’m just trying to get to chem.” A familiar frantic voice called out to me. Robin Buckley.

“Robin, it’s okay.” I reassured her.

“Are you sure? Cause listen if that scary dude is related to you please don’t send him my way.” She begged. 

I huffed. “I’m not related to him, Robin, don’t worry. I’m playing hooky, I’ll catch ya later… hopefully?” I say. I start walking past her to the free world from Hawkins High School

“Yeah, to-totally.” The faint voice of Robin can be heard from the closing doors.

…

Halloween Night: Friday 31, 1984

“Listen Tina, I can’t make it.” I told the bummed girl over that phone. “I’m sorry, I’ll come to the next party you throw.” I reassured her.

“But why are you flaking out on the Halloween bash! You never miss this specific party in the few years that I have known you.” That is true. Once you went to Tina’s annual halloween party you’ve never missed it. But that is changing this year. Being that your twin brother and step sister now live here, there is going to be a lot more flaking then just at the halloween party.

“Tina I told you, I’m taking Will trick or treating with his friends tonight.” You told her once again. “We can do a sleepover some time next week… okay.” 

“Okay.” I heard her sigh, “I see ya around.”

“See ya later Tina.” I hung up the yellow landline. I walk over to the livingroom to see Will fixing his ghostbusters costume.

“I still can’t believe no one else dressed up this year.” Will said sadly, “Everyone dressed up last year.”

“It’s okay Will, they just think they're too cool to dress up.” I reassured the small kid. In the back you can hear Bob explaining to Johnathan how the camera works when Joyce came behind Will with his, whatever it is, backpack for his costume.

“Listen, stay close to your brother and Amy, and you get a bad feeling just tell them so you can come straight home.” Joyce told him. “You promise.” Will gave her a thumbs up. “Okay.”

“You ready to rock and roll, Will the wise.” I smiled down at him.

“Be safe.” Joyce shouted out to us, mainly to Will. We all got into the car. Jonathan driving, Will in the passenger seat, and with me in the back. We start to make our way over to Mike’s neighborhood. 

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan says all of a sudden.

“What?” Will answered in utter confusion.

“Bob.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me differently.” Will said. “I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What, you think me and Johnathan are lame?” I said, trying to lighten his mood. 

“No, but it’s not like Nancy is coming to watch over Mike. You know?” Jonathan just sighs. He looks at me from the mirror. I give him the same look. We both feel bad for the kid, but what are we gonna do? I don’t want anything to happen to Will. Sooner than later we are at Mike’s front yard. Will makes his way to get out till Johnathan stops him.

“Hey.” Jonathan says to Will.

“Yeah.” He answers.

“If I let you go by yourself, will you promise to stay in the neighborhood.” Johnathan suggested. 

“Yeah.” Will’s mood brightened up. “Yeah-Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.” Jonathan told him.

“9:30?” Will tried to persuade him. “9:00.” Jonathan said again.”Deal?” “Yeah deal.” Will rushes out of the car to go to his friends.

“Will.” Jonathan stops him from leaving the car to hand him the camera. “Don’t let any of your spazzy friends touch this.” Will laughed and took the camera to go over to his friends. 

“You’re a good brother John.” I smiled at him. “I’ll see ya later.” As is tried to get out of the car but Jonathan stopped me.

“Wait where are you going?” 

“I don't know, I’ll probably walk around the neighborhood.” I said. “I got a friend down that street.”

“You’re really not going to Tina’s party?” He was bewildered by this. 

“Yeah John, I’m really not going.”

“But you love Tina’s parties.” He simply stated.

“Well I’m not feeling it this year.” I told him.

“Bullshit.” He called. “Why aren’t you going?”

“I just don’t want to go.” I’m sticking to this. “I have someone I can hang out with, plus I’ll be close to Will if something happens.” John and I just stare at each other for a minute.

“Okay.” He sighed. “But if Nancy gets upset that you’re not there, I’m not taking the heat.”

“Okay.” I smiled at him as I got out of the car. I walked my way over to where the boys were messing around as John left for Tina's party. “Okay turd-nuggets.” I begin.

“Really, what are you twelve?” Mike sassed. 

“And are you a lollipop with that stick up your ass?” I sassed back to him, I start back up were I was interrupted. “I will be down that street with a friend, I will be back her at 8:45 to make sure you guys are fine. Okay?”

A chorus of “Okay’s” filled the air.

“Great! See you shit-heads later.” I walk off a familiar bird’s house. I walk up the stairs to the front door and give it a quick knock. I wait until the door opens. 

“Amelia?” Robin says confused. “What are you doing here?”

“ I was hoping we could hang out for a bit.” I suggested. “Is that okay?”

“Oh! It’s completely fine!” She exclaimed, “I just thought you'd be at some party.”

“I didn’t feel like partying tonight, ya know.” I made my way into her house.

…

Tina’s Halloween Party: Friday 31, 1984

The party was in full swing. TP covering the lights of every room. Alcohol filling the mouths and noses of every teenager on the property. Music blasting as loud as physically possible. Someone throwing up in the front yard. The smell of weed coming from the master bedroom with each new blunt that was lit. The sound of a name being chanted in the backyard. A keg stand can be seen with an all too familiar blonde on top, like always. 

“Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy!” Is chanting through the crowd as the new keg king came down from his stand. Spitting out that remaining beer from his mouth.

“That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” Billy yelled. The statement “We have a new keg king, ladies and gentleman!” Being shouted along as Billy made his way into the house. His senses are filled with the atmosphere of the room. Till he sees a certain fallen king with his princess. 

“Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington.” Tommy boasted.

“Yeah, eat it Harrington!”  Steve looked onto the, now new, keg king. Waiting for something to happen.

“What’s wrong Harrington? Your little dyke is not here to save you.” Tommy fake whined to him. As a way to taunt him. Tommy was about to keep laughing when he felt beer splash over his shoulder. “What the? What the hell Tina?!”

“Don’t call her that!” Tina shouted at him “If she was here she’d leave you crying.”, too drunk to keep dealing with him but still wanting to defend her friend. Nancy, now done with the testerone in front of her, quickly left to get something stronger to drink. Tommy is now pissed that he is covered in pungent drink. 

“Go worry about yourself before you come at me guys.” Was all Steve said then walking away from the other teenage boys. Staring off at the brunette as he went after his girlfriend.

Billy turned himself around to face Tommy. “How were you talking about that got Tina mad?” He asked, genuinely curious about the lesbian that was not present tonight at the party of the semester.

“Oh. Just some lesbo that hangs with Harrington.” Tommy retorted, making it seem like she isn’t worth Billy’s time. “She can be a fucking asshole.”

…

Laughter filled the Buckley house this Halloween. The two girls conversed with one another for the past few hours. Being comfortable with one another knowing how the other truly is.

“Wait.” Robin kept laughing. “You got caught kissing Heather Halloway from her bedroom window then proceeded to fall from the second story?!”

“Yeaah, I’m not welcomed over at the Holloway house any more.” I giggled.  

“Jeez, you’ve done more than I thought.” Robin smiled. “I’m still scared to change in the girls locker room.”

“Hey I’m the town lesbo.” I calmly giggled. 

We fell into comfortable silence, “Hey, I wanna ask you something?” Robin asked.

“Sure.” I said, waiting for her question.

“What was California like?” I sat silent for a second. Due to my silence Robin thought she had hit a nerve. “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to!”

“It’s okay, I just haven't talked with anyone about California.” I reassured her. “ It was like a constant sunset everyday…” I started.

“The weather was always perfect. And the beaches, oh my god the beaches. They were always clear. I lived in Santa Monica, very touristy but beautiful.” I was happy I could finally talk about my home again. “Ugh that sand was so soft under your toes when you walked. And there was this boardwalk that my mom took me and my brother to all that time-” 

“You have a brother?” Robin asked curiously.I stopped. ‘No I messed up’.

“Yeah.” I frowned.

“Do- Do you miss him?” Robin asked.

“Everyday… but I hope he’s living the California dream as you guys would say.” I covered my truth with a lie. Not wanting her to know that my brother is here in Hawkins. 

“Well from how to describe California, it sounds beautiful.” She reassured me.

I stared back at her with a smile. “Thanks Robin.” Silence filled the room again. Comfortable silence. I liked being around Robin, even with her nervous attitude, she was truly one of a kind. I was about to say something when I glanced at the clock of the wall to find it was close to the time I told the boys I would meet them.

“I gotta go.” I sighed disappointedly, “But I’d love to spend more time together.” I am hoping her answer is a yes.

“Yeah, I would love that! Well not like love-love, but do love being around you. Not in like a couple ways cause that would be weird since we’re just friends. Yaaa know.” She panicked.

“I know Rob.” I smirked, “I’ll see you at school later.” 

As we said our goodbyes, I made my way down the street to see the boys. I saw the familiar ghostbuster’s suits from where I was. I could tell that they picked someone up along the way to go trick or treating with. ‘How cute, they made a new friend’. There were two stragglers in the back of the group, by the hair cuts I could tell that it was Mike and Will. I did a small jog over to them.

“Hey shit-heads!” I yelled to them, all their heads slowly turning to me as I made my way over to them. “Did you guys get anything good?”

“What Amy, why are you here?” Mike complained.

“Cause it is close to 9:00 and I want to check on you guys, is that so bad?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Okay you know what, you're a little shit.” I said to him, “Besides who’s your new?... friend…”

Fuck.

It appears that we have the same looks on our faces. I stared at Max. She stared back at me.

“Shit…” I accidently said out loud.

“Do you know Max, Amy?” Lucas asked me.

I took a deep breath in. “No.” I said simply. “Listen, hit up a few more houses, I’ll come get you in a minute.”

“Where are you-” Dustin started.

“I need a minute guys!” I shouted at them, walking over to Mike’s front yard. Dammit, why. Why! The last person I want to see is with the kids I watch. Shit. This is bad. She can’t tell Niel. No, she can’t tell Billy. Would they even believe her if she told them? Shit, what do I do? I was taken out of my head when a very upset Mike walked by me. I was about to ask him if he was okay when I heard a commotion in the street. I look over to see Will being picked on by some older boys.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!” I shout at them as I run over to them. “Get back here you fuck heads!” They ran away the minute I had my eyes set on them. Will was pushed to the ground, dropping his candy and camera. I kneel down to him, “Hey Will, are you okay?” I calmly asked him. “Did they hurt you?” I kept asking. Will was not responding what so ever. He just kept looking up at the sky, like something was looking at him. “Will?... Will!” He started to get up slowly, still not answering me. He started to move slowly. Till he ran straight to the back of Mike’s house. “Will!” I shouted after him, grabbing his candy and camera. The other apparently heard me since I heard multiple pairs of feet behind me. I made my way down some brick stairs to find Mike with Will hiding behind a wall.

“Will! I couldn’t find you.” Mike panicked with worry. “I heard Amy shouting then I couldn’t find you, are you hurt?” Due to Will’s heavy breathing I could tell what was up.

“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled. 

I kneeled down to his level looking him in the eyes. “Did you have another episode Will?” He was still looking around like a scared cat. “I’m gonna get you home, okay buddy.”  Mike made his way to help Will up. When others tried to help he called them off. Blocking off the rest of us to take Will with him.

“Mike?” Dustin tried.

“Keep trick or treating, I’m bored anyways.” He started taking Will with him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Max asked, looking to us for an answer. The boys and I were silent, nothing to say.

“It’s something you don’t have to worry about.” I told her. “Dustin, Lucas go up there for a minute. I need to talk with her.”

“What! Why?” They both started to complain.

“I don’t want to hear it. Go!” I hardly ever get stern with them, but when I do I hope they know I mean what I say. They both, begrudgingly, made their way up the stairs. I turn myself back to Max.

“Max.”

“Amelia.”

“I go by Amy now…” Well this is awkward.

“What did you want?” She asked me, quit literally over me already.

“You can’t tell Billy I’m here or anyone.” I told her.

“What? Why not?” She was baffled. “Do you not know how much Billy misses you?”

“No Max I don’t, because I’ve been here for the past 4 years.” I stated. “Just please don’t tell him, and don’t tell anyone that we’re related. Got that.”

“Yes.”

“Good. As far as me and you go, we just met. Okay?”

“Okay.” She said a bit quietly. “Now let’s get you back up there with your friends so you can enjoy the rest of the night.” I take her back up to Dustin and Lucas. And since Johnathan isn’t here by 9:00, looks like I’m stuck here.

Jeez, the next month is gonna be a shit show. Max knows I’m here now. Johnathan is nowhere in sight. On top of that my twin brother is here too. Hopefully this can’t get any worse than it already is.

Man. I was so wrong about that…

Hello! I hope you enjoyed this part of the story! Also so sorry for my absents, I know you guys are wanting fics/stories. All I ask is that you be patient with me, thank you. If you have any kind of feed back I would love to hear it. And please tell me what you think of Robin and Amelia's interactions together.

I always love good feedback!

Thank you for reading and have a great Christmas!

@meowiemari

@b1tchy3lf

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Hello, I’m obsessed with all your snippets I’ve seen for omegaverse and priest au! Today can I ask about when a ‘broken man falls in love’ and ‘In the line of Love - Cop!Eddie/Doctor!Buck AU’???? 💞🦛

Hi Hippo!

Omg, thank you so much. I really appreciate that 💕

Gonna post it under the cut because it suddenly became very long lol

When a broken man falls in love

Okay, so this story is about a lot of past traumas and healing together and Eddie coming to terms with being gay. They meet before he joins the 118 and Buck is the first guy that Eddie has ever dated as he only just came out a few months ago. Eddie is struggling to find a job in L.A., despite his many credentials and he almost reenlists before Buck says that he put in a good word with Bobby. Eddie joins the 118 but struggles to be comfortable with publicly dating a guy and being as open about it and proud about who he is (which Buck really is). And they break up because of it but then something happens to make Eddie realize that this is what he wants and that he can't let his past affect his future. He has a lot of internalized homophobia because his dad is a massive homophobe and is outright disgusted by it. But both Buck and Eddie help each other heal, working through the things that life throws at them while working at the 118. There will be some flashbacks to Eddie's past that reveal a lot about him and why he acts like he does. And let's just say that there will be some very intense buddie moments and some good talks between Bobby and Eddie 👀 Snippet below When Buck enters the locker room, Eddie is sat in front of his locker, head hung low and close to his knees. His knuckles are bloody and bruised in various shades of blue, purple and black. Buck sees the damage to Eddie’s locker, along with the blood in the dented metal. Eddie’s breathing is heavy and his eyes are fixed on the floor, not even reacting when Buck sits down next to him. “Hey, Eds” Buck says in a low voice and Eddie doesn’t react. Not with words at least, he knocks his head back against the bottom of the locker and exhales sharply as he stares blankly ahead of him. “Hey” Buck tries again and touches Eddie’s knee gently but Eddie instantly pulls away. Eddie can feel his eyes welling up but he quickly rubs them with the back of his hands and doesn’t say a word, merely shaking his head a little. Buck backs away to give Eddie the space that he so clearly needs right now and Eddie takes a few deep, slightly shaky breaths to compose himself. After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Eddie turns his head slowly towards Buck and his right cheek is painted in deep shades of red and pin

In The Line of Love

I don't know if anyone even remembers this AU because I haven't posted about it for so long lol, so I'll give a short recap. Bobby and Athena are Buck's adoptive parents, having been in foster care for many years. And Athena just so happens to be Eddie's boss. Eddie and Buck meet at a station barbeque and they start talking when Eddie brings people to the hospital. Then Eddie gets shot and Buck is now his doctor, so they can't date until he's out of the hospital. And then they finally do so in secret, knowing that Athena is skeptical about Eddie as this man has been a bit of a man whore after his divorce, and the whole station knows that he's a hit it and quit kinda guy lol. Oh yeah and Shannon is alive in this one and is friends with Eddie. Eventually something happens at the hospital which is going to be traumatic for buddie 👀 It also has some of the best smut that I've ever written imo Snippet below

“Yes, Eddie. Please fuck me. Baby, please” Buck breathed out and the pet name had escaped his thoughts and went out of his mouth, clearly taking Eddie by surprise. Buck didn’t know if they were at that stage yet and while Eddie had called him pretty boy twice and he had called him angel, what Buck had just called him felt a lot more intimate. To show that he didn’t mind being called baby by Buck, in fact he might’ve liked it a little too much, he kissed the corner of Buck’s mouth before connecting their lips in a passionate yet affectionate kiss. “Shit, Buck. You can have anything you want” Eddie breathed out against his lips and Buck inhaled sharply, the energy changing for a quick moment before he grabbed Eddie’s ass firmly. Eddie reached into the drawer again, scrambling around for a few seconds before he sat back up with a condom in his hand and he ripped it open with his teeth, a skill that he had perfected with time. He rolled it on with one hand, the one holding Buck’s hand above his head and Buck watched his movements in amazement, completely stunned by the sight of Eddie Diaz towering over him. “I just want you” Buck murmured as he watched Eddie positioning himself in between his legs, then guided his cock with his hand. With a soft moan, Eddie slowly pushed into Buck, working into him inch by inch and Buck was twisting and squirming in pleasure beneath him.

Ask me about my wips 💗

[whysojiminimnida]

I'm Still On That Rolling Stone Shoot

Because sometimes, closets suck no matter how golden they are.

I loved @kanmom51 's post about this shoot last night and reposted it here but I COULD NOT STOP THINKING SO HERE WE ARE.

The photoshoot, in case you're a baby ARMY or missed it, was for BTS' Rolling Stone cover last year and the actual shot they were working on was from this set:

And we got the right side of the above video first. Cute lil jikook just jikooking, no big deal. I could be wrong, but I think the video above was taken between shots that were meant to be more than the single pic on the couch above - and WE DON'T HAVE OTHER STILLS THAT I CAN FIND from this part of the shoot. If you have other published ones, hit me with 'em. I want the full set. Because now Memories 2021 has been released online and arrived at a mailbox or two and Peaches got to work (wisely not translating a damn thing this year, GOOD FOR HER) and THIS HAPPENED

Kids, this is not a gay-panicky little Koo like we have seen in years past. This man has been warned to move his tattooed, ring-finger-bared hand, out of frame or at least out of view. AND HE IS PISSED OFF.

And I took screen shots. Hi, Hobi in the blue shirt! Hey, Taehyung totally off camera on the couch!

Everything was fine until that second, when someone - maybe Jimin, but possibly off-camera - told Koo to change position, I think. He was literally JUST TALKING and ...

"...oh here we go with the homophobic bullshit AGAIN..." he seems to be thinking.

Say what you want about Jeon Jungkook but he usually does what Jeon Jungkook wants, goddammit, unless or until his job or his man puts on the brakes.

He cannot believe the audacity. Tell a grown ass free human to unhand his own spouse, what kind of heinous fuckery is this? He no longer wants to even LIVE IN THIS UNFAIR WORLD /yoongi AND HE IS DISPLEASED. Not scared. Not "oopsie". This is Rage Against The Homophobia Machine Koo and we have seen it before, albeit usually a bit more defiant and less "oh FML I hate my job today".

So he moves his hand. As directed. But he is NOT happy about it and he does not care who knows. Now, remember, this is a very short clip. Five seconds. So what I am doing here is essentially expression and movement analysis and what you want to do, as soon as you can, is WATCH ORIGINAL CONTENT FOR TRUTH AND CONTEXT. Got it? We do that in this house because we are not insane shippers who have to make up things. As soon as the code hits my mailbox I will publish the entire segment so we can all see it together. Until then, this is what we have.

Now, Jimin is also annoyed, make no mistake. But he has two advantages here that JeiKei does not. One is camera angle - Jimin has a 90-degree angle to play with and it turns into a near 140 away from the camera. I think he went that way because of 2) his facial control. Which even he was losing. Normally Jimin's face never changes. Major reactions during actual posed shoots are unusual for him, but look at their posture. AND LOOK AT JEIKEI'S FACE.

Jiminie's gotta be feeling the tension from Jungkook. He is not unaware that his man is MAD. I mean, it's fast, but I promise you, whoever is behind those cameras is well aware. We got the pout. We have a full on side eye. We have malicious compliance.

And we have the gayest eye roll I have seen in a minute, as he flips that hand SO WE STILL SEE THE TATTOOS.

Jimin obliges by adjusting, but Jungkook is a professional model as well as a professional everything else. Nobody in BTS is ignorant of light, angle or pose in a shoot. They all know exactly what to do to get the shot they want. But they are also human. Not robots, not objects, not pretty chess pieces on a board. They're men. And two of those men have had just about enough of being told how much they can show. One of them in particular, in this moment, is OVER THIS CLOSETED SHIT. Praise Jesus for a Hobi knee, the man needs a headrest.

I don't know when, or if, they'll ever be able to come out, entirely. But this is one time when the closet walls appear to be feeling just a little too tight.

[froggywritesstuff]

i wish you were a girl | teddy lobo

ship/pairing: Teddy Lobo x male!reader

fandom: renfield

warnings: swearing, internalised homophobia, mentions of reader having sex, homophobic slurs, mentions of fisting, mentions of blowjobs, asshole behaviour, mentions of decapitating, mentions of suffocating/strangling, unsatisfying ending, mentions of vomiting, cringe, extremely out of character, barely proofread

word count: 1101

A/N: for any fem readers seeing this, this is a mlm oriented one shot. this has been in my drafts for too long and i hate looking at it

"I wish you were a girl. I wish you were a fucking girl."

The words hit you like a cinder block. This isn't new information, he's implied it on multiple occasions. But hearing the confirmation, hearing the words come out of Teddy's mouth invokes a pain you've never felt before. You don't even know what to think. You're pissed at first, summoning your best poker face as rage bubbles in your chest. You wish he wasn't a whore who couldn't go one day without fucking some girl he met two seconds ago. You wish he would go to therapy once in a blue moon instead of using you as his personal punching bag. You wish he didn't have you suck his dick or fist his ass till his eyes roll back while he calls you a fag and whines about how he feels so disgusted with himself for finding you attractive. But you don't throw that in his face, do you?

Your rage fizzles down as he stares at you, a rare, vulnerable look in his eyes. When you're not angry, you're left with the dreadful feeling his words give you. You despise yourself for it but for some reason you want him to love you. You crave any crumbs of his attention, whether it's good or bad. You wanna be everything he wants. Which you now know, is not you as you are. You wish you were a girl too now. To some extent at least. You've had the displeasure of seeing how he treats the women he fucks. Or rather the lack of treatment. You've heard him say countless times how he ghosts whatever poor woman he was with as soon as he gets soft, as if it's some kind of brag. At least he's talking to you. Would he treat you any better if you were a girl? He's kept you around for longer than he's been in a relationship (if you can even call it that) with a woman, so you had to be doing something right. But Teddy Lobo is the most unpredictable person you know. Some of the things he does and says makes you want to decapitate him, carve out his brain and study it. Or shrink him down to the size of a mouse and send him in a maze and study his every movement. Or grab him by the shoulders and shake him to see if he bubbles up like a bottle of soft drink. Would doing any of these things give you any of the answers you want? Who's to say? What you do know is that it's been too many seconds since Teddy spoke, and the silence might be indicating that he wants a response.

How the fuck are you meant to respond to that? You know you want to respond by suffocating him with a pillow and leaving, but that may not be the correct response. Is there even a correct response to this? Probably not. But the last thing you wanna do is sit in silence until Teddy gets bored and asks you to shove your tongue down his throat while you stroke his cock. Or something.

"I know." you look down. The last thing you wanted to do was look at him. 

"Yeah?" he says softly. In his defence, how was he meant to respond to that?

"I-" you go to stop yourself from speaking, your mind racing with different possibilities of his reactions. Once again, Teddy's unpredictability was not working in your favour. With a quick decision, you decide you don't care how he'll react. If he was gonna put you in an uncomfortable position, why couldn't you do the same? "I wish that didn't bother me so much... I wish I wasn't so hung up on what you thought of me." As soon as the words leave your mouth you want to throw up. You think of all the different ways he might respond. Look at you weirdly, disgusted by the sudden vulnerability. Call you a fag. Degrade you in some way. Or just completely ignore it and ask you to fuck him. You definitely don't expect his response.

"You care what I think of you?" he asks, not in a bashful, 'Jason the popular sports guy who all the girls want likes that I read books/skateboard/partake in a slightly niche hobby and don't wear makeup' way, but genuinely surprised. And a little confused. As far as he was concerned, he was just an afterthought in your life, and you just stuck around either for the sex, for protection, or out of fear of him and his family. He'll admit that it makes him feel powerful that he could have such an effect on someone. Especially you.

"Yes." You want to strangle him. Here you are carefully analysing your thoughts and he's blissfully unaware of your feelings. It's not like you shout every thought you have at him but you figured he had to have a fraction of a clue that he was making you feel this way. "Fuck you for that by the way."

"What do you mean- why?" you almost forget that he’s part of one of the most powerful crime families when you hear how desperate his voice sounds. 

"Why? You've ruined my life."

"No, why do you care about me?"

"I never said that.”

”But you do.” he says, way too confidently and you’re almost embarrassed that he’s right, “Why?”

“Because sometimes, some people grow attached to people they constantly have sex with."

"Yeah but I'm a fucking asshole to you."

"Yeah that's not news. But I don't have an explanation for why I feel anything for you."

Teddy doesn't say anything. It's unusual, him being so quiet. You can tell he's thinking when you look at him, like he's actually thinking before speaking for once. That too is unusual. And right now you have no desire to find out what he's thinking of saying. You clear your throat and begin making your way to the door.

"Are we done here? Cause I... I think I'm gonna go..."

His mouth falls open, and there's a moment of silence before he mutters a nonchalant 'uh-huh'. You nod, and push open the door, about to leave when he stops you.

"Wait." you look at him. He's trying so hard to look like he doesn't care. Like he's not affected by what you've said. He meets your eyes, before immediately looking away, "Um, never mind... I-I'll see you around."

You nod hesitantly, mumbling a goodbye as you shut the door behind you.

[gatheringbones]

[“I introduced myself to a prisoner with the nickname “Tori” in the west yard, a small blacktop with two basketball courts, a pull-up bar and a caged-in weight area. He was 23 and smaller than most guys in the yard. His face and neck were tattooed with familiar symbols, but he had assigned them his own meanings. He said the teardrop under his right eye represented all the times he didn’t cry. His dollar sign stood for “money as the root of all evil.” The “R.I.P.” on his neck meant “reborn in prison.”

Tori hung out with the bugouts, which is a not-so-nice way of describing people in prison who suffer from mental health disorders. He and his crew stood out. He usually wore a colorful T-shirt and played basketball. One of his friends wore a blue plastic court-ordered helmet to protect himself from epileptic seizures.

When I told Tori what I was writing, he seemed baffled. But after I told him a bit about myself, he warmed to the idea. “I'm with it. We gotta let people know what's happening inside,” he said, as a man picked up a cigarette butt off the ground right next to us. “By the way, I'm openly gay and wanted you to know that, so maybe you don't wanna talk to me anymore.”

In prison, there is a strict social hierarchy based on violent and homophobic stereotypes of masculinity. Murderers and gang members are at the top; rapists, child abusers — and homosexual men — are at the bottom. As Tori and I sat at the stone table, I noticed stares from prisoners and corrections officers coming our way. But I assured him that this didn’t matter. “Bro, I couldn’t care less if you’re gay,” I said. “No judgment here.”]

[onstrangerthighs]

His Loss

CW: homophobic language (s1 Steve has deep-rooted internalized homophobia fr), referenced/implied child abuse Ship: Jonathan x Billy, aka byergrove/flashwaves Word Count: 1,149 For @billyhargrovebingo

The disgust on Steve's face shocks Billy. Hits him right in his bruised chest. He should be familiar with that look. Neil's worn it since Billy could walk.

He never thought it'd taint Steve's pretty face.

"I don't know what I did to give you the impression that I was a queer," Steve sneers.

Billy opens his mouth. Nothing comes out.

Don't cry, don't cry. This isn't real, this is a nightmare.

"And even if I was…" Steve shudders at the thought, before continuing, "you'd never be my first choice."

"Unless you're joking. You must be."

I wish I was.

Steve whistles loudly. "Holy shit. You're a fucking fa-"

Billy socks him in the mouth before he can finish that ugly sentence. The taller boy blinks in shock, holding his jaw.

Why the fuck does he look so confused? Don't tell me he doesn't know why I hit him.

"You hit like a bitch," Steve spits out, blood and saliva landing on Billy's sneakers.

Billy pushes him on his ass and starts kicking him. Little by little, Steve Harrington disappears, until all Billy sees is Neil. He kicks harder, eyes stinging.

"Are you fucking crying? Jesus Christ, dude. You really fell for me, huh. You're a dumb ass."

"Shut UP!"

"You could beat me into a goddamn coma, but I bet your heart is in a million pieces, right? I broke your fairy heart, didn't I? You could never hurt me like I'm hurting you right now. Isn't that right?"

"STOP! STOP IT!"

"You're insane. You're a fucking basket case! Did you honestly think there was a chance in hell that we would be together?"

As if he's just been slapped, Billy stumbles backwards, his back hitting the wall.

"You said it yourself; I've got girls on their hands and knees for me. Why would I want you?"

Suddenly he's seven years old again, watching his mother speed out of the driveway, her blue car growing smaller and smaller until it's a speck of dust.

Dad was right. No one wants me.

Every dream he's had of a soft, safe life with Harrington is gone. He knew they were just dreams, but still… they were real to him. He finally grew a pair and confessed, only for Harrington to cut off his balls and crush his aching heart.

Jonathan's not usually the type to care about gossip, but Tommy's voice is impossible to ignore. At least, that's what he tells himself as he marches toward the boy, glaring daggers at him.

"You said something about Billy. Do you know where he is?"

"You're messing up my collar!"

Jonathan yanks him closer with a strength neither expects from him. "Where is he?"

"Out in his car. Heard from Steve that he completely lost his marbles. Beat him pretty bad."

Doesn't Billy have a huge crush on Steve? Why would he-

Oh. Fuck.

Jonathan speed-walks out of Mr. Jacobs' classroom, breaking out into a jog as soon as he's out in the parking lot.

Billy is slumped over the wheel. He's not moving. Jonathan's not even sure if he's breathing.

Fuck.

"Billy? It's Jon. Could you give me a sign that you're alive? Just so I know not to break your window?"

Billy slowly raises his head like a scarlet turtle poking out of its shell. "You better fucking not."

Jonathan leans on the car, finally catching his breath. "You're alive."

"Unfortunately. You don't sound disappointed about that. Me being alive."

"Why would I be disappointed?"

Billy shrugs. "Everyone else is."

"You're wrong."

"Oh, yeah? Name one person who-"

"Me. Who else is going to be my study buddy?"

"Nancy."

Jonathan sighs, resting his forehead on the window. "I heard about what happened."

"Of course you did. So what're you still doing here? Aren't you afraid I'm gonna turn you gay?"

"It's a bit too late for that."

"Thought my ears were playing tricks or something."

"That asshole doesn't deserve even a second of your time, you know," Jonathan says.

"I know it was stupid, but I-I really thought he liked me," Billy sobs.

"It's not stupid! He's the idiot. He could've had someone really great, and he fucked it up."

" "Someone really great"? Now I know you're not talking about me."

"And what if I am? You aren't stupid for wanting to be loved."

"Nobody loves me," Billy whispers, sniffling.

"I do. I love you."

Billy stops crying and unlocks the door. He hides his face in his hands, peeking up at Jonathan.

"D-don't say stuff you don't mean. Don't give me h-hope just so you can-"

"I've never meant anything more. You don't have to respond. It's okay. I just… wanted you to know that. I may not be what you want, but you are loved."

"B-but Nancy, I thought?"

"She's dating Barb."

"Oh. Can I… ask you a question?"

"Sure, bub."

"What do you like about me?"

"How much time do you have?"

"I'm serious."

"Me too. We'd be here all day until we're both old and grey."

"Sure." Even though his face is still hidden, Jonathan is sure he just rolled his eyes.

"Thing one: your heart."

"My heart? Jesus Christ."

"You have a really big heart. I remember when you gave a stray dog the last of your cheeseburger."

"Wasn't that your burger, though?"

"I'm retracting my confession," Jonathan deadpans.

"Then you do have some sense of self-preservation. Good."

"Quit it."

"Quit what?"

"Acting like you're a bomb set to go off any minute."

"I could've killed Harrington."

"Who cares? Everyone knows he can't win a fight to save his life. I would've done worse. I'm pretty sure I have, actually. So don't fall into your self-loathing period."

"You would, huh?"

"If I'd been there and heard whatever he said to you, I would have killed him."

"Then you'd be arrested," Billy points out.

"You're such a boy scout."

"Hmph. How about Thing 2?"

"You owe me a burger." Jonathan gets into the passenger seat, knowing full well he's not letting Billy pay a cent.

"Thing 2: your mouth."

"That's kinda slutty, dude."

"Would you let me finish?"

"You should know by now that I can't take compliments." He starts the Camaro up, adding somberly, "Not like I get many. Unless it's about my ass."

"It is a nice ass."

"Do you wanna walk to the diner?"

"You've always got something to say."

Billy glares at him, but then his expression softens once he sees Jonathan's fond smile.

"No one's making you listen to me."

"That's right." Jon whips his hair back and says raspily, "Here I am."

"I don't sound like that!"

I hope I can help you forget Steve. Maybe it'll be easier for you to move on if he were out of the picture. Anything for you. "You didn't deny the hair thing."

"Shut up."

Little by little, they're falling back into place. Your loss, Harrington.

[canned-flour]

The Random Story of Neko Atsume - Gozer

As a Literature student, Gozer is exceptionally good at reading other cats...including Willie, the (unrequited) love of his life. But when he sees Willie and Ganache having some suspicious banter going on, he realises that he must take urgent action to win Willie's heart.

A Neko Atsume college AU fic that somehow exists because yes

Word count: 1858

.•° ✿ °•.

As a Literature student, I am exceptionally good at reading people.

So when Mack slips me the following note during class, I instinctively know the game he wants to play.

WILLIE WILL BE @ YARD 1:30 PM. TODAY ;D

Oh yes. I know the game. 

And I refuse to play it.

…

I write back.

Source? 

MARSHMALLOW HAS BEEN OBSERVING HIM FOR THE PAST 2 WEEKS. HE SUMMARISED A LIST OF MOST COMMON WILLIE APPEARANCES FOR YOU.

Of course they have

Just as I’m about to push the slip of paper back to Mack, Professor Tina appears in front of me, eyeing the note with interest. “Gozer. Mack. I know you’re both dying for this lecture to end, but I believe Animal Farm is of a greater importance than whatever manly gossip you have going on? Unless…”

I hold my breath. 

This is it, folks. This is where she takes the note and reads it out to the class, just to humiliate me and conveniently throw me out of the closet. I always had a feeling Tina was a homophobe. Hopefully everyone else will be more accepting. They don’t seem very heterosexual themselves anyway. Except Willy, who’s always pining over Poppy…wait, Willy? What if my Willie is straight too? How will I handle that?

“...you come out and do ten push ups. Exercise is crucial to developing a longer attention span!”

Oh.

“Works for me.” Mack flexes his biceps and starts doing his push ups. I reluctantly trail out of my seat and do the same.

When we’re finally dismissed, Peaches nudges me in the hallway. “Care to let me in on your manly gossip?” 

“No. I just…need help with a cat.”

“Ooooooooooh.” She flicks her ears pointedly. “You know what they say: girls are the best at girl advice~”

She can’t even begin to understand.

Mack swoops in to intervene. “Don’t worry about Gozer Schmozer. He’s a ‘bros before hoes’ kind of guy.”

We both shoot him a death glare.

“I mean. We just need some–” Mack forcefully slings a silver striped arm over my shoulder. “–good ol’ one-on-one masculine bonding time! We’ll catch you later!”

He drags me away from Peaches and shoves his watch in my face. “It’s 1:29. Go go go!”

The anxiety starts settling in. “Is he actually there? Does my fur look okay? Am I radiating the right aura of confidence and poise?”

Mack immediately dials Marshmallow. “Has the eagle landed?”

“Yes, captain.”

“Roger. The tortoise is on his way.” Turning back to me, he uses his paw to smooth an unruly tuft of fur on my head. “Listen. You look perfect.” 

Awww. “Thanks.”

“Perfect for stalking your crush from behind a tree.”

“Nyam you.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger!”

What I witness in the Modern Yard can’t be further from what I expected.

Yet it seems like my greatest fears have come true.

Ganache is leaning suggestively against Willie on the Tower of Treats. 

He says, “Are you a banana? Because you’re very…appealing.”

Willie chuckles and gives Ganache a playful swat. “You need to step up your game, Ganacho.” 

As a Literature student, I am exceptionally good at reading people.

There’s no other explanation for this behaviour. No other explanation for that loving look in their eyes.

Willie and Ganache are into each other.

And there’s no room in Willie’s heart for me.

Dejected and droopy-tailed, I drag myself back the way I came. 

What is my meaning of life without Willie? 

Is there anything to motivate me to get out of bed every day, so I don’t rot away like a salted fish? Is there anyone I can watch in the hallways, hoping just to catch a glimpse of his gorgeous gorgeous blue eyes? 

There’s a cat-shaped void in my very existence where he used to be. It tastes mildly like sesame.

Without yin, what is yang? Without him, who am I?

Upon seeing Mack, I let myself fall on top of him in defeat. 

We lie there for a bit. He finally breaks the silence by asking, “So, did you get the intel you need?”

I groan. “He was flirting with Ganache. FLIRTING! I’m such a fool. To think I ever had a chance with Wonkie…”

“Woah woah woah.” Mack stands up and I fall on the floor. “You’re many things, but you are not a quitter. Are you seriously going to let some scrawny IT guy steal your man?”

“That’s exactly the problem! He’s the it guy and I’m just–”

Wait a second.

He’s right.

I am NOT losing Willie to Ganache. 

“I’m just a shining radiant unicorn of charisma and rainbows, and I WILL show him who’s boss.”

Mack gives me a fist bump. 

Marshmallow, who had silently joined us, brings up his holoscreen. “The next Willie sighting will be in the Cardboard Cafe at 3:49. He usually meets with Ganache there before their proper Cafe ‘date’.”

I bare my teeth. “Wonkie won’t know what hit him.”

But just as I’m ready to tackle this fiasco head on, I see Willie and Ganache whispering in front of the toilets. 

Ganache is, unfortunately but predictably, a terrible whisperer. “How about this? You are my sweetheart, you are my hero, I love you more than 1/x as x approaches zero. Did that…” He performs an unnecessary shoulder waggle. “...get your heart racing?”

Willie’s laughter usually sounds like heaven to my ears, but given the context of his joy, I’m finding it really hard to smile along. 

Ganache’s gaze flicks towards me for a fraction of a second – is that a WINK?? – before ushering Willie into the WC, heads pressed together in deep conversation.

I make a vow to myself.

I will BULLDOZE their relationship to the ground.

I angrily sweep into the library and drop my bag down on the seat next to Peaches and across from Sooty.

“Shhhhhh,” shushes Maple from the adjacent table. “Silence in the library.”

“Gozer!” Peaches greets softly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I plop my bag on the ground and pull out my laptop. “Nothing! I’m just here to get some reading done and I’m NOT trying to distract myself from Willnache.” 

I immediately regret mentioning Wonkie by name.

Sooty leans over with a curious sparkle in her eye. “Willie and Ganache? But what about P–”

Maple slams her laptop shut and stands up with a sneer. “I’m sorry, but the rest of us don’t need to listen to your speculations about Ganache and Willie’s fulfilling love life. It’s cacophony to my ears, and frankly I find it a bit repulsive.” She leaves and heads upstairs before I can voice my agreement. 

“What were you going to say, Sooty?” Peaches asks.

“Nothing.” Sooty turns back to me instead, with an unreadable expression on their face. “So who are you into? Willie or Ganache?”

The cat may as well be out of the bag now. “Willie.”

Peaches faceplants on the table. “Shre-Manek’s sake, I’m so sorry for assuming your special cat was a girl earlier.”

“That is the leAST of my worries right now,” I reassure her without sounding particularly reassuring, voice crack and all. “He’s dating Ganache, I saw them bantering.”

“Interesting,” says Sooty. “Let me check with Ganache.”

“NO!” I practically scream. Lunging for her watch, I swipe a paw at hers as she sends her message: ‘are you and willie boyfriends????’

Ganache instantly reads the text. He doesn’t reply.

Exasperated, I slide my laptop back into my bag and head off, but Peaches follows hot on my heels and taps my shoulder once we’re outside the library. “Wait up!” 

“What?”

She pants for breath (she’s never been the most athletic). “They’re not dating.”

“What?” I sound like a broken record of complete and utter confusion.

“I’m sworn to secrecy, just…trust me.”

“Peaches. I know what I saw. My Litty senses are never wrong. But don’t worry, I’m going to tell him anyway.”

“From one ‘Litty’ student to another, I admire your confidence. Why?”

Why else? “Because I’m clearly the superior option, and it’s time he sees that.”

3:48. I’m in position at the Cardboard Cafe.

Willie approaches from the distance. 

Mack mouths ‘GOOD LUCK’ from his hiding spot behind a tree. Marshmallow, next to him, gives me a thumbs up.

I blink gratefully and sit up straight.

Willie smirks and slips past me to his usual spot behind the counter. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Wow, he’s beautiful. “I have to tell you something. I–”

“Ah-ah-ah.” Willie places a paw on my mouth. I don’t dare breathe. “I’m going first.” 

He takes a deep breath.

“Are you Google?”

“What?” escapes my mouth.

“Because…” He gets so enticingly close, I’m drowning in his sesame-scented cologne. “...you’re everything I’m looking for.”

My brain feels like a mush of instant noodles.

The air is so thick you could cut it with Don’s fencing sword.

“HELL YEAH!” An orange cat explodes from the tree Mack and Marshmallow are hiding behind. “What did I tell you, brothers? What you say doesn’t matter. HOW you say it is everything.”

“You know, Fred, that’s unusually profound of you.” Ganache drops out of the tree and lands next to Fred. “Did you steal that from somewhere?”

Fred flexes his muscles. “Yes.”

Marshmallow and Mack don’t seem the slightest bit phased that Willie’s boy squad was in the vicinity the whole time. Either they’ve ran through a list of all the worst case scenarios and are fully prepared, or…

“Did you all plan this?” I’ve never heard Willie sound this bewildered before.

Our friends exchange a sheepish look. 

“I can explain!” Ganache steps between me and Willie. “Gozer, I didn’t want to outright tell you that Willie has a massive crush on you but I DID try to make it as noticeable as possible.”

“We knew that if you thought Willie was into someone else, you’d finally feel a sense of urgency and make the first move. So all of the times you saw Ganache and Willie being sus were carefully arranged,” Mack elaborates. 

Marshmallow flicks their wrist to open a holoscreen showing a notes document: ‘WILLIE APPEARANCES - lol ship’

Fred scoots close to Willie. “How does it feel to be out-masterminded, crafty boy?”

“I honestly can’t believe you all,” he finally says, sounding like he’s about to murder someone (sexily). “Telling both of us that our feelings were mutual would have made much more sense than putting on this shitshow.”

“But that’s not as ✨romantic✨!” Mack and Fred interject simultaneously.

Hold up. 

Did Willie just say that our feelings are mutual?

Best Boy proceeds to give a spiel about how true love can’t be manufactured. But as attractive that is, I can’t bring myself to focus. 

Somehow, I overthought myself to success.

“So, Gozer,” Willie pokes my side with a paw to bring me back to the real world. “What do you say? Let’s leave these troublemakers and head to the real Cafe.”

I nod like a bobblehead, still in shock. “S-sure! It’s a date.”

Mack, Marshmallow, Ganache and Fred collectively smirk.

“I mean…it’s a date, right?”

Willie wraps a tail around me. “Guess we’ll find out.” 

[cat-boy-sully]

The Long Awaited Headcanon Post!

It's not just the woods family anymore but fuck you I do what I want

-Ages: Peter(42M) Margaret (45F) Liu(17M) Jeff(14M)

-Peter and Margaret met when Peter was 20 and Margaret was 23

-The two have been married for 22 years.

-They only married because of a pregnancy scare, they don’t actually like each other (canon /j) 

-The two of them would sleep in separate beds if they could. They rarely argue because they don’t care about each other. They only stay together because of the kids.

-Who btw, think they should separate. 

-Liu and Natalie (Clockwork) were childhood friends. Jeff, Ben and Nina were also friends in elementary.

-Liu generally just fucks around and finds out. Out of the two he’s more mellow but he will just straight up murder people if they so much as look at Jeff wrong. He’s scary. 

-Jeff will fight the fucking moon if he could. Man’s weak as fuck though. He’s all bark and no bite. 

-Margaret had an affair when Liu was 3, Jeff was born nine months later. It’s painfully obvious because Jeff has bright blue eyes and Peter is Chinese-American. Margaret still denies it to this day.

-Peter hates Family Guy. 

-Liu is the autistic sibling, Jeff is the ADHD one. 

-Peter, Liu and Jeff are all bisexual. Margaret is homophobic. 

-Jeff is trans ftm. Margaret hates it, Peter doesn’t care.

-Liu plays the violin. 

-Jeff watches horror movies religiously. 

-Liu gets stoned with Natalie, Troy, Randy and Keith sometimes, it’s generally just them sitting around hanging out.

-Liu tames crows whenever he can. He has one called Granola. 

-Peter and Margaret are dentists. They are almost always out of the house. 

-Liu is somehow the most responsible and least responsible at once. He pays bills, but somehow cannot be left alone for more than ten minutes. 

-Liu and Jeff cycle to school. 

This took so much longer than expected. Anyway @lluvguts and @adelestein this is for you two.

[original-character-championship]

Bracket H Round 1

Poll 13

Dawn Hughes (@torkhin) vs. Felix (@patronsaintofdemons)

473. Dawn Hughes (@torkhin)

she/her

She’s a poofy mom-friend who’s acearo and could/would turn evil for the sake of her found family but is infallibly good-at-heart and simply wants to see the world thrive. She has sheep/bunny energy. She’s a school-taught mage, with her magic focusing around sleep and dream manipulation, giving her the ability to heal nightmares. She’s smart and compassionate and empathetic, but she also swears like a sailor and has a short temper that leads to her making rash, regrettable decisions. She’s made so many mistakes, but she’s doing her best to learn and grow from them. She’s a little Appalachian mountain cloud and she means the world to me

Dawn’s a short, young-adult human with poofy blonde hair, round blue eyes, and a very pudgy physique (she’s friend-shaped). Her skin tone is somewhat tanned. Her clothing choices usually involve some level of purple (her favorite color). She wears a gold brace (crafted by a dear friend) on her lower right leg, and she’s oftentimes seen walking with a cane made from vines (crafted by another friend).

474. Felix (@patronsaintofdemons)

he/him but he doesn't really care

He's my ultimate blorbo.

He's a magician who dropped out of mage university, wandered all around the world for several years and invented a new way to use magic. He befriended a king and his right-hand man and is in a relationship with them. They invented immortality almost on accident. He lies all the time to fuck with people. He saves the world with the power of friendship and the price of depleting almost all magic.

He's sort of kinda the god of Luck and Life and Fate. He's associated with the color green. He likes plants and doesn't like the taste of alcohol or coffee. He will fall asleep anywhere.

In another story (thousands of years later) when magic starts to come back he joins a newly created government organization which is supposed to research and monitor magic. The only thing he does there is make fun of the main characters and be ominous.

He once had an assassin set on him Except it turned out the assassin was his brother so he was fine. He then proceeds to play wingman for said brother to help him date an evil emperor (it works)

He's truly the center of this fictional universe. he's stupidly overpowered (except he isn't even the most powerful) He's even alloaro.

He was also a part of a roleplay w my friends which involved various blorbos and was mostly about hanging out and also trying to escape from a homophobic elf queen and a wish-fulfilling goddess. He went to collect glowing moss, slept through the start of the plot and got accused of being either a girl or a criminal. In an unforseen turn of events he also befriended a ghost and even though the rp has ended i would sell my soul for more of their dynamic <3

Tall thin guy w no muscles because he sits around doing nothing all day. He has short blond hair and green eyes and a sharp chin. He wears comfortable clothes in green, brown and grey. He has a scar in the shape of a magical sigil on the back of his left hand and he usually wears gloves to cover it.

"When I think of Felix I just imagine a sparkly four leaf clover" – my bestie

Art was drawn by my bestie @theearlymorningstar!!!

[protect-daniel-james]

hopefully this isn't a boring one...how about Jamie Jamie Cousin Jamie?

favorite thing about them

The way he looks and presents himself, he's such an easy target. No wonder everyone always makes fun of him (not that I condone it).

least favorite thing about them

When we look past the Lampardverse, where obviously he has a huge role, I do not really find him very interesting. Yeah, he was hot in his old playing days, and obviously, he's still a very attractive guy, he's just very bland and I understand that people don't seem to enjoy his punditry much and consider him to be an eye candy for the 40+ years old housewives, lol. I think he does carry a certain psychological baggage with him, possibly stemming from his unfulfilled career and promise, and the way his mum and dad raised him (and a couple of other things if we take Lampardverse into account).

favorite line

"That's a corner flag there". I this this sums up his football insight.

And a lot of lines from all the mocking of him, mentioning his Daddy Harry Redknapp ("Why were you all laughing when my Dad was called?") . Plus, his meltdowns on Sky, of course, trying to be Tough. If we consider his autobiography a collection of his lines, then there's the "I've got to have a Happy Ending" one, which we both know, and I think that one shows the lesser-known side of Jamie Jamie cousin Jamie.

brOTP

I don't think Jamie Jamie is capable of a brOTP because of his toxicity. He will throw tantrums, get jealous, or want to control the other person. I think the closest to that would be Jamie and Stevie G, who said in his autobiography that Jamie Jamie Jamie took him under his wing in the early days of his England career (Stevie used to be scared shitless at the NT camps, and Jamie was the one who took care of him, which is lovely!).

OTP

Ha ha ha isn't that obvious. Franko, chubby little Franko, and Jamie Jamie cousin Jamie were meant to be. The real star-crossed lovers! Modern day Romeo and Juliet! Them against the world that is so Big and Scary that they just want to cuddle up in a bed and keep each other warm...

Honestly, I have seen a Souness x Jamie ship on AO3, and I loved it. There's so much potential - especially since I headcanon Souness as a deeply closeted gay man who lived through the homophobic horrors of the Liverpool dressing room in the '70s and '80s and has some regrets about living his life the way he did, and never finding the courage (if you look deep in his eyes, you see a broken man) to come out. He also coached Jamie for a bit, did you know that! I think in the times they both worked at Sky, there could have been some...interesting tension (especially in a non-Lampardverse world).

nOTP

I don't really ship him with anyone from ALOTO. I don't care for those guys enough lol.

random headcanon

He's EXTREMELY childish, to the point of being treated by his wife (and previously ex-wife) as yet another child to deal with and driving them both nuts.

unpopular opinion

He would scream "My Dad could beat up your Dad!" when losing an argument. (I don't think it's that unpopular over here haha). Also, he's on the verge of a panic attack during every ALOTO, and I mean - seriously. Not just for the laughs.

He's also painfully childish and immature when it comes to sex (there might be Reasons for this in the verse though).

song i associate with them

Is this even a question?

Under blue moon, I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms, too late to beg you Or cancel it, though I know it must be The killing time Unwillingly mine

Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him

One of the many anthems of the Lampardverse, The Killing Moon.

favorite picture of them

Old Hairy Times. Also, this was Jamie in Liverpool, the Jamie that Franko had numerous wet dreams about.

[hannahlovesluca]

Hii! I'd like a Nijisanji matchup please~!! For both sfw and nsfw c: take your time theres no rush !!

Gender: female

Sexuality: Lesbian/questioning bisexual?? I'd prefer a male matchup as I dont usually romanticize the female niji members if thats ok

Appearance: Medium length dark blonde thick wavy hair eith teal strips at the front!! Blue eyes, pale skin and freckles, average body type, wears baggy clothes 99% of the time

Personality: Usually closed off around people im not familiar with/dislike but when im around ppl i vibe with i am so energetic and talkative you dont understand but thats on a good day, my mood can change really easily tho and i can get really irritated quickly but i dont show it. I LOOOOOOOOVE giving and making people presents for no reason at all its just how I show love and appreciation for the people I care for!! I have really low empathy but I do try to listen to peoples problems as much as i can and help them with it or just comfort them!! I also apologise for the smallest inconveniences even if it wasnt my fault

Zodiac sign: Leo (I am the complete opposite of all the leo stereotyoes or whatever google says pls dont listen to them)

MBTI type: ISTP

Likes: Drawing (digital), cosplay, anime, nijisanji ofc, music (j-pop, k-pop, metal & rock), cooking, fanfics obvi

dislikes: Racists, transphobes, homophobes, (the basics), PICKLES, rude ppl, ignorant ppl, people who give you art advice when you dont ask tor it or point out your insecurites

Hobbies: Singing, drawing, cosplay/sewing, dancing

Quotes: none that i can think of

Secret: I don't think I have one.... sorry :c

i pair you with…

Claude Clawmark!

hear me out…

• HE LOVES UR STYLE

• AND UR HAIR OH MY GOD

• he lowkey kicks his feet thinking ab you i js know he does

• HES THE TYPE TO TWEET SHIT LIKE: “shes basically cheating on me (we’re not even dating)”

• claude is so me-coded its insane

• if you make him DIY presents he will just 🫠🫠

• pls for the love of god offer to fix up his hair its so long and soft and silky and

• will probably release an original dedicated to you but you dont realize it was dedicated to you until you read the title “Dedicated to (insert nickname)” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED TO WRITE SMTH AB THISSS

• he has a lot of personal issues and he loves that you love helping him and loving him <333

• messages you’ll receive at 12:01:AM:

• “wheres my gn kiss”

• “not that i mind but wheres my hoodie…”

RUNNERS UP: Alban Knox, Yugo Asuma

[anacecherry]

Ace Lore

Everyone in my friend cycle is posting their lore and Louie gave me the idea to make my own as well so here we go. Kept switching between 3rd person and 1st person because I felt like using both so the phrasing may seem weird

This isn't in any order I wrote them down as they came to my mind

Named Ace because of Among Us

Had a Danganronpa phase in 2020

Was a mod in dr-transparents

Also had a dr edit blog have fun trying to find that one

Used to be homophobic but one day during breakfast I asked my mom if being gay was a sin and she just thought for a second and said no so I stopped being homophobic

Dad in jail (out in march 9 😎)

Watched the entire mcu once

Goes to one of the greatest schools around the area and its shit

Watches how to learn Turkish videos despite being turkish

Has been pirating movies ever since I started using computers because I didn't know you had to pay for it until 3 years ago

Has an """uncle""" and """aunt""" thats younger than me (the aunt is a toddler)

First experience with the sonic franchise was that flash fangame based on sonic advance 2 and I thought Knuckles was a girl

Has an evil twin named Allo, who likes reddit and men

Knows every single frame of animation in Rise of the TMNT

funneylizzie follows me. I forget about that a lot.

The only person that never misread Penosh's og url

.w batman

Will :handshake: me

The CEO of Rise Casey Jones (Cassandra)

The mere sight of Cjj is enough to fill me with rage

Got kicked out of a toh youtubers server bc I tried to explain the owner that the potion coven was, in fact, a real coven and not just a track that they only teach at Hexide

Once woke up and saw a short weird girl with long black hair watching me from the side of my bed, she disappeared after I closed and opened my eyes again. No it wasn't sleep paralysis.

Has a sunflower seed addiction

I was Penosh's first follower I think that should be here

The 6 kittens we took care of after their mom died, most didn't last 2 months alive, the 5th one ran away like an idiot and the 6th lives with our neighbors and hates us

Most likely had a crush on my middle school best friend

Says "Lan" a lot in real life my friends think it's funny

Grew up near the sea so Im immune to the smell of fish

Remembers her first earthquake in 3rd person

When I clear out likes it takes a long time and I end up rebloging a lot of posts, and it might happen again & will be real big this time so be prepared

The Ralsei icon is traced from the og sprite from Deltarune and I will never ever change it it is a part of my identity now

Url used to be tsundere-blue-cherry before I changed it

The first time I remember throwing up might be one of my core memories. did you know you cant talk when you're just about to vomit

Has headaches forever ever since elementary school

Had a budgie named Şans that flew away because mom kept forcing us to keep the windows open

When I was ~6 I a dream where a Caillou toy that I had came to life and I got so scared that I tore it apart and ran. When I woke up I checked the drawer I put the toy parts in and he was still there and greeted me I screamed and slammed it shut and never looked at that drawer again

Ayıcık the teddy bear

Had 2 imaginary friends and one of them was a mirror

Diagnosed as American

I have cherry in my url but cannot eat cherries bc when eating cherries I realized it had worms in it and it happened twice and I have not been able to eat cherries without drowning in anxiety ever again

My youngest sister called my middle sister Dede despite her name not having those letters in it and the word dede meaning grandpa in our language. We started calling her that as well

Had a dream, before the sonic 2 trailer came out, where the trailer released and it was normal except Boom Knuckles was there as a separate character from normal Knuckles and had his model from the show

Made up number lore when I was younger

Uses light mode

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

(Please ignore if this makes you uncomfortable) What would the skeletons do if they saw their S/O crying because someone was being homophobic to them?

I'll assume the guy is still here and talking shit to S/O.

Undertale Sans - He teleports straight between S/O and the guy, his eye sockets entirely black and a very scary smile on the face. "go on pal, why so pale, keep going. i'm sure nothing bad will happen." His voice can barely be heard. If the guy is not too stupid, he takes the hint and leaves. If he doesn't Sans shows his blaster and that's enough to make them leave. Then he just turns to S/O and leads them somewhere calmer to comfort them.

Undertale Papyrus - He puts his hands on S/O's shoulders and gently leads them away without caring about the guy who is now insulting the two of you and still following you. Papyrus enters the nearest monster shop and asks the shopkeeper to secretly call the police. Papyrus still hugs S/O. When the guy realise the police is here, they try to invert the situation and say that they're the ones who harrassed him. Lol. The police officer is Undyne. Undyne goes straight to Papyrus to ask if he and his S/O are fine, and when she sees S/O is crying, she gets so mad. You don't hurt her friends in front of her if you want to leave another day. She will make sure the guy never get close ever again. Once he's gone, S/O relaxes and Papyrus asks if they want to go eat something in a nice place he knows. Papyrus will distract you the time you needs it, don't worry about that.

Underswap Sans - The guy saw his police officer and goes to him telling a random gay is harrassing him. When Blue sees his S/O in tears, clearly frightened, he... kicks the guy in the knees. Ok, maybe it's not very professional but... When the guy screams a policer is abusing him, Blue throws him against a wall to knock him out. He doesn't care right now. He goes to S/O and ask them to explain what happened. S/O is badly shaken, but that's ok, he won't let them hurt you again now.

Underswap Papyrus - He tries to ask the guy to calm down, but then the guy realises Honey is your boyfriend and starts insult him too. Honey is doing is best to stay calm, but then the guy punches him in the face and starts to beat him on the ground. You take the opportunity to panick-call Blue to the rescue. And boy, when Blue sees that man hits his brother, he doesn't play nice and uses his magic to make the guy back off. You run to Honey to help him. He's hurt, but not severely. Blue calls an ambulance anyway so someone can check the two of you, then asks you to explain what happen. He then promises the guy won't get away from what he did that easily.

Underfell Sans - "the fuck ya're saying to my sweetheart?!" If there's one thing that triggers Red, it's seeing his S/O crying. And he is pissed off right now. He will pushes the guy several time. The guy gets angry and makes the mistake to hit him back. Red growls and jumps at his throat. The two of them are rolling in the mud trying to hit each other in the face. Red has something the other doesn't though, and it's sharp teeths. Once Red finds a hole, he bites in it with all his strength and won't let go, growling like an enraged animal. The man manages eventually to escape and run as far as he can, screaming for help. Red doesn't care. He's hurt, but S/O is more important and he runs straight to them to make sure they are alright. The time the guy comes back with the police, Red teleports S/O home. He will stay with you all night long, just hugging you in bed.

Underfell Papyrus - S/O was waiting for him outside of his jobplace. Edge quickly realise something is wrong and that S/O is in danger. He walks to them and quickly hides them behind his back. If the guy wants to talk, he can talk to him. But... Uh... Well, Edge is really scary and impressive, and the guy lost all his words on spot. When Edge sees S/O is crying, he slowly turns to the man. "WHAT YOU PRIMITIVE UGLY DUMBASS MONKEY CREATURE DID TO MY HUMAN?" That's it, the guy is peeing himself, and runs away, screaming it's not over and that monsters are all crazy. Edge can then comforts you. He apologizes he didn't come sooner and promises you he will make sure the stupid man doesn't bother you again.

Horrortale Sans - He's very uncomfortable too. At first, he tried to ignore the guy despite you crying, which is hard because he needs to protect you so much. But the man doesn't get the hint and keeps insisting, which is slowly driving Oak insane, until, without a warning, he turns around, grapples the guy and throws him on the ground with a very loud growl. That's the only warning he'll get. If he follows you two again, he will attack without mercy and kills him. Fortunately, the warning is enough. The guy is not happy, but he felt Oak is way stronger than he is and gave up. Oak brings S/O back home and the two of you can go cuddle on the couch for the rest of the day.

Horrortale Papyrus - He let you two minutes to buy an ice cream for your nice date and that guy came and ruin everything. Willow doesn't like conflict usually, but right now, he's in a bad mood. He gives you the ice creams, then walks to the guy. He tries to talk calmly and gets him to apologise to you. If he doesn't want, Willow drags him by the neck at your feet and keeps him on the ground with blue magic until he apologises anyway. Don't mess with Willow, he could pop your head like a balloon if he really wanted too. He'll make sure the guy knows that too by closing his fingers around his neck the first time the guy said no.

Swapfell Sans - He taps the guy shoulder lightly. "EXCUSE ME? I'M THE MONSTER FUCKER'S HUSBAND AND I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY." Then he kicks the man's balls how hard as he can and watches with a great pleasure the man falls on the ground, whining in pain. With this, he goes back to S/O and gently leads them away so he can comfort them. "DON'T CRY FOR THEIR BALLS LOVE, NO ONE WANTED THIS THING TO COPULATE ANYWAYS."

Swapfell Papyrus - You see Rus rummaging through your bag next to you. Then he finds what he needs and casually sprays the man face with a pepper spray. The man is crying on the ground, but Rus is not done. He sits on the man, blocking his hands, and keeps spraying his face until there's nothing left in the bottle anymore. Then he throws the empty bottle in their face at full force. Here. He smiles to you, satisfied, then invites you to continue your walk with him. He's comforting you all the way with bad jokes. Rus doesn't care getting in trouble. If the guy threats you again, he can still ask his brother to find him and kill him anyway. Not a big thing.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine smiles politely to the guy, then teleports him in his cave, in his house, then breaks his two knees. Here. Now you can insult the all world, no one will hear you. Wine teleports back to his S/O and apologises. Then you two are going to sit so he can hugs you and tells you how much you mean to him.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Poor Coffee is not exactly helpful, he's crying too. But what the guy didn't see was Wine entering the park to fetch Coffee and his S/O to go to the restaurant. And now, Wine loses his cool when it's his S/O, but when it's his brother, he is nothing but rage. He drags the guy by his soul throught the entire park then teleports him with the guy with the broken knees and stabs him. Wrong life choice.