#I was gonna ramble on to a friend but I’ll ramble into the void instead gkakcka

[bugmomwrites]

So there was some drama cd somewhere where Kurapika got absolutely shitfaced and tried to teach an English class

This is…horribly unrefined. I typically beta my other stuff and edit for days, sometimes weeks, but new year new me I’m just posting my incoherent discord ramblings and casting them into the void

I’ll revise and add a read more in the morning but it’s like 3am here

Anyway here’s some drunken Kurapika, in which he loves you a lot but is too damn nervous to say anything

TW for puking, drinking, generally poor life decisions

There was some fancy ass party at the Nostrade mansion and y’all were invited. It was a black tie event, and Kurapika, while not technically on duty, was still expected to be on his best behavior

He’s normally so composed but by the time you arrive you see Melody encouraging him to talk to you, he seems to glance over to you, flush bright red, and toss back the rest of the champagne.

Why does he seem so nervous as he approaches you? He’s stumbling a little bit, but you don’t seem to notice, or you’re too polite to say anything.

At some point Leorio brings you a drink and asks you to dance; you initially wanted to ask the blonde but he looked like he was deep in thought about something, so you didn’t want to bother him.

A few songs in and Kurapika is downing another full glass as Melody warms him to slow down before he’s marching over to you and just straight up tells his friend that he’s gonna borrow his partner for a few songs

Jealous mf just needed some liquid courage

Anyway

You guys catch up and he seems to be a bit more openly expressive. You’re not really in any place to call him on it though, a few glasses in and you’re both firing jokes back and forth like a game of ping pong.

He’s not bad at ballroom dancing even if he is a bit tipsy, but you accepting after he swooped in on Leorio kinda set into motion “alright, I HAVE to confess tonight” bc if other people are noticing someone as lovely as you, he needs to hurry it along. Months of pining is nothing without action.

You’re both drunk and giggling as you twirl around, and you’re thoroughly enjoying this side of Kurapika. You don’t even notice you’ve moved off of the dance floor and off to the side a bit, but it feels more intimate away from the large crowd so you can’t say you really mind too much. Even as you almost go tumbling when he tries to spin and dip you the shared laughter is contagious, and now is the perfect time to confess.

The setting is perfect, you’re both smiling and laughing, you look gorgeous in your dress, and he put on his best suit for this- Leorio even lent him one of his favorite ties for the night. There’s something magical about the way the chandelier lights glow upon you, not that you didn’t already.

The time is now. He’s had enough booze to push his inhibitions aside for a brief window of time, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away. He’s leaning in closer, squeezing your hand gently as he opens his mouth-

And then promptly throws up

Yikes

Bro has never been so mortified in his life, and when his brain finally catches up to him he’s frantically apologizing and hoping that no one saw that

If you’re disgusted (as you should be), you don’t seem to show it on the outside, opting to wordlessly guide him to the washroom instead. He’s not sure if he feels better or worse that you’re not scolding him, but all you’re thinking is you need to get his drunk self out of sight before his boss sees

Thankfully, Melody notices and is quick to distract the few people nearby before they can notice the spectacle

The door is pushed open and you two make your way over to the sink as your face gradually shifts to one of concern. You’re bundling up paper towels and running them under water before turning to wipe his blazer off.

“I’ll be fine. I can clean myself up. Your boss is here, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Even if you’ve already had a couple drinks and aren’t as sober as you should have been, you pull yourself together enough to put his needs first. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons he fell in love with you. There were plenty of others, sure, but this had to at least be in his top ten.

His blazer was cleaned and with that you went to wipe your own clothes off. He certainly did a number on you, but you wanted to make sure you got his first seeing as how his boss was nearby.

As much as he wanted to fess up, talking clearly hadn’t done him a whole lot of good tonight. Perhaps the alcohol was clouding his judgement, but his booze addled brain urged him to take direct action instead.

You were finishing wiping the rest of the mess off your skirt when you suddenly found yourself caged between the sink and a familiar pair of arms you had just been held in not even half an hour ago.

“Can I help you?" You giggled nervously at the proximity and determination on his bright red face, but it tapered off soon after his eyes shifted to a matching hue. You had already taken your heels off and set them aside to make them easier to clean, so if you didn't already feel small enough under his gaze as you were halfway up from your crouch, you certainly did now.

He simply reached behind you, grabbing some more paper towels to run under the water and wiping the missed spots on the front of your dress off for you. He had to make a conscious effort not to let his hands linger too far up on the bodice. The lacy neckline, while classy, still sent his mind into the gutter as thoughts of him marking you up filled his brain. Drunk or not, there was no way he’d get lumped in with a pervert like Leorio.

He was looming over you like a hawk, and you nearly short circuited as he went to lean in. Common sense rushed over you just in the nick of time though, the smell of booze on his breath too potent to ignore, and you quickly put a finger up between you before he could close the gap.

“I think you’re lovely, and I would be more than happy to kiss you later. But keep in mind you did down about six shots before throwing up on both of us. Alrighty?”, and with that, you ruffled his hair as you pecked his forehead. He groaned in embarrassment, burying his head into your shoulder.

“ Please don’t remind me…”

Gn guys if you enjoyed this pls reblog and help a bitch share her content

#bug mom writes #bug bites #hunter x hunter #kurapika #kurapika x reader #kurapika kurta x reader #tw: vomit #tw: drinking

[glasseswearingrabbitdetective]

Hhhhhh… Hu Tao lovemail again but, til Hu Tao says “Hu Tao” when climbing, she prays to the dead after a fight, she dies VERY easily but if you’re quick to feed her it seems alright tbh? I’m used to it … Yanfei is same haha… but at least Hu Tao gets a power boost :,) she’s PERFECT in Tsurumi! Glad I saved the quest there after all 🙏Her special dash is short but so pretty! *o* she works super well with XQ(just like everyone says w), when she dies she says “I’ll curse you/恨むわ(ok tl?)” 😂😂

Byenara ~!

I love her TT so much!! I’m so so happy to have her..! Srsly! She’s rly fun to fight with too~! I’ve seen her in trial domain and co-op … but actually HAVING her is an entirely different experience! Mine still isn’t Op but she’s pretty good imho~ 💖 I farmed artifacts badly lol… gotta redo it

#kanna plays genshin impact #is this a gush?? idk?? I just??? TT #I never play genshin for HOURS on end but :> #I was gonna ramble on to a friend but I’ll ramble into the void instead gkakcka #Kanna rambles #Hu Tao #I never watched videos or smt which would show her in sm detail as HAVING her does 😂

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Y/N explains the fnaf lore to EW cast in excruciating detail (request cuz im a dumbass ND)

In which I am Y/N because I can talk about the fnaf lore for days on end-

There's a lot in the cast so I'll just choose random ones

.......

Edd

"And that's how we went from haunted Chuck-E-Cheese to time-traveling ball pits and body snatching shit."

Edd has chugged at least ten cans of cola by the time you were done telling him about the FNAF lore.

He doesn't know whether to be impressed or scared by how much knowledge you have.

But he's wondering if time-travelling ballpits actually exist.

Future Edd

He scoffs like "oh...that only SCRAPES the surface of the FNAF lore, I'm afraid."

You're stunned, practically begging for him to tell you more about the unsolved mysteries of FNAF's future games and books.

Alas he never bothered to look into it.

As he spent his days despairing over outlawed cola.

Matt

Is writing this shit down. Deadass

You're sounding more like a teacher giving a history lesson to their favorite student.

He's just as invested as you are.

At some point he might relay what you've told him to his friends, who don't know wtf he's talking about.

But hey, for once he rambles about something other than himself.

Tord

"Really? You don't have any useful information on-?"

"Nope. BUT I can tell you all about the springlock suits."

Although uninterested at first, he finds the animatronics and the mechanics behind them to be..kinda cool?

All he got was that they were haunted killing machines.

Your rambles are good to listen to while he's working in the lab.

He lowkey wants to build an animatronic to scare the others.

Tom

After a drink or two, you're just info-dumping about the FNAF lore.

Tom's listening with a sparkle in the voids that were his eyes.

"Then y'know..they stuff the guard into a suit but strangely enough ignore the endoskeleton that's clearly on the table backstage."

"Ooooooo.."

"Speaking of that, lemme tell you how someone actually had an endoskeleton put inside them instead-"

It's far more interesting than any show he's ever watched.

Eduardo

"What? It sounds like it's for kids-"

You stop him right there and explain the lore in gruesome detail, seeing him looked more shocked by the second.

"Oh and don't get me started on all the fanmade stuff. Some made VHS horror tapes and they're terrifying."

If he's still not convinced (or threatens Edd again), you'll gladly show him such tapes.

Poor guy's gonna have nightmares for a week.

Scribble Tom

Oh lord. Spare him the horrifying details.

He only cares about the plushies and drawing the animatronics--not the actual story.

But you explain it in a better way that's not too graphic (Torm and Tomatoredd would kill you if they found out you traumatized him).

In the end you just show him FNAF World and he's content with just that.

#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #ew edd x reader #ew matt x reader #ew tom x reader #ew tord x reader #ew eduardo x reader #future edd x reader #scribble tom #headcanons #crack headcanons

[suna-reversed]

HQ boys as Taylor Swift songs-folklore

characters- Oikawa (exile), Atsumu (my tears ricochet), Meian (illicit affairs)

tags/warnings- ANGST, breakup, heartbreak, cheating, mentions of alcohol, manipulative behaviour, fluff in Meian’s if you squint

suggestions for pt2 would be appreciated (currently thinking of cardigan with Bokuto and hoax with Tsukishima)

Oikawa

“I can see you standin', honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin' but the joke's not funny at all”

He had told himself over and over again to not look; in the flight, in the ride to the hotel, even as he passed the entrance gates of the exquisite banquet hall where the reunion was being held. All he had to do was keep his eyes away. 

But you were here, and he had never been good at withstanding the cosmic pull you always held. Even if you were in the arms of another, laughing like you always used to, with him. 

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

“What changed, Tooru?” Your eyes were red and puffy, you had exhausted all your tears while he simply stood in the corner and watched. 

“This isn’t going to work out y/n. We’re both miles away, with different lives, in different time zones, around different people; we can’t have a relationship built on nothi-” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose,  “...I’m saving both of us from the pain that would come with splitting a few years down the line.” 

“Do you still love me?”

Oikawa was familiar with the grief that came with loss; the grief of giving something every single bit of your soul, only to come out empty-handed and wounded. 

“Go back home, y/n.”

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defendin' now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile seein' you out

Perhaps he had damned himself to ruination. Given up without a fight. But that didn’t matter now. 

You look ethereal, with stars in your eyes and glee in your smile. It doesn’t matter if he’s not the one behind it. You would have been a shell of who you are right now if you had stayed with him anyways. 

He turns around, heading for exit.

Just one last time. He promises himself. His lips curve upwards into a bittersweet smile as he turns around to get his last look. Instead, he finds himself staring into the expanse of an entire galaxy. A cosmic explosion coming his way as the floor shifts from beneath him. 

No, you definitely don’t sound the same.

How long has it been since he heard that voice?

“Not even gonna say goodbye before you leave Oikawa?”

What happened to your precious “Tooru”?

Atsumu

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

The clock reads 01:27 am. You’ve been sitting on the couch for the past 3 hours, the untouched dinner on the table gone cold long ago. You hear the sound of a door slamming shut, hushed footsteps making their way towards the center of the apartment, coming to a halt at the sight of you.

“Why are you still awake?” 

“You promised we’d have dinner together tonight.”

“Listen, it got late at practice, you could’ve just eaten without me.”

“You could’ve at least dropped a text.” You murmur, trying to keep your voice from breaking. This wasn’t the first time he had stood you up.

“It’s not that big of a deal y/n. You realise how important the upcoming match is to me, don’t you?” He sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, “Let’s just go to bed okay, I’m tired.” 

“Okay.” You mutter, loosening your grip on the 2 year anniversary gift hidden below the couch cushion. A platinum ring with yours and Atsumu’s initials carved on the inside.  

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

Atsumu’s vision is blurry, shirt drenched in sweat, his head pounding as he’s pushed against the wall. He doesn’t know whether it’s from the screaming match he just had with you, or from the two bottles he chugged at a shady bar right after he walked out. 

All that matters right now is the feeling of the hands of the girl that’s kissing his jaw. The same spot where you had pressed a chaste kiss not too long ago as you told him that you were going to leave- 

No, he’s not going to think about it. All that matters is the touch of skin against skin, filling in the void you caused as he kneads the supple flesh of her thigh with his hand. The same hand that bore a platinum ring, the letters engraved inside of it now fatuous and futile. 

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

No, no, no. 

Why are you here?

Why are you back?

“I had hoped we could talk-” You take a deep breath, feet stuck in place as you lay your eyes upon the marks littering his jaw, his neck, going much farther down-

A sob comes out from deep inside your chest. 

No, no, no. 

He’s looking at you, your crestfallen face, tears falling off of it like british showers. 

He’s acting before he can think, falling to his knees, grabbing onto your waist as you try to walk out. 

“No! Angel, please just let me explain. I thought you were never coming back- I would've never-”

“Never what Atsumu?!” Your voice is louder than you expected it to be. 

“Never what? A single fight is all it takes for you to discard everything we ever had? For you to step over everything I put into a relationship that has barely even existed for so long!” 

He’s never heard you shout before. But it's okay, it’s okay if you shout at him, if you break a few things, hell you can wreck his whole apartment if it means that you’re staying for even just a moment longer. 

But you’re not. You’re pushing him away, movements stern, as you try to make your way to the door. All he can do is cling onto you, crying your name over and over again as he racks his brain for a way to make you stay. 

Why was it always you who knew what to say when it came to fixing things?

Meian 

Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head

Keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

You knew there were aspects of his life he had no control over. After all, he was watched by thousands of eyes everyday; the star player, the golden boy; the captain of MSBY. So how does it matter if you had to go a mile extra to hide what you had?

You loved who he was as a person and how he made you feel. Good-morning and goodnight texts, warm cuddles after matches, dancing in the kitchen to songs you don’t know the name of, late night drives to get takeout or go stargazing, laughing till you were on the floor crying. You loved him so much.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings

And stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A billion little times

“Volleyball player Meian Shugo spotted with a blonde beauty at the MSBY vs Adlers afterparty. Could she be his rumoured girlfriend that we’ve been kept in the dark about all along? Read more for exclusive deta-”

You can’t shed a single tear staring at the cover of the magazine. Not because your heart hasn't just been ripped out of your chest, but because you’re in public, standing in line at the grocery store picking up snacks for you and...Meian. 

Why did you not see this coming? What hurt more was that you knew the girl. Meian had introduced you to her as a friend, and her as his social media manager. So this was clearly a misunderstanding right? It had to be. Despite telling yourself that over and over again, you still couldn’t get the picture of his arm wrapped around her waist and the smile etched onto his face out of your mind as you drove home, tears blurring your vision.

Don't call me kid

Don't call me baby

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

“Baby please listen to me-”

You’re sitting on the edge of the couch. You don’t know how long ago you stopped screaming, how long ago the anger dissipated and the rage turned into silent sobs, leaving behind a gaping hollow feeling in your chest. 

You feel him shift closer to you but you don’t at him, still sniffing, your head buried in your arms. 

“She was at the party because she’s our manager, you know Jessi-”

“Don’t say her name.” you hiss out. 

“I wish I never met you, I wish I never got into this stupid arrangement. I wish-” You’re rambling now, sobs escaping between every few words as you try to comprehend the situation, “I hate this. I hate you.” 

Heavy silence hangs in the room. 

And you know damn well

For you I would ruin myself

A million little times

You find arms being wrapped around you and your head being pulled into a warm chest. You try to fight at first, but you’re tired; your throat hurts, your eyes burn and everything feels so cold, so you let yourself guiltily fall into his comfort, pathetically sobbing into his neck.

He patiently waits for your sobs to quiet down, one hand rubbing gentle circles onto your back while the other cradles the back of your head.

“She was at the party with the whole team and the publicist used it as a way to create gossip. That’s all there is to it. I had not given my consent for them to go ahead with this, but they refused to make our relationship public. Apparently, they didn’t think that the age gap between us would reflect well on my reputation.” 

Meian’s heart breaks at the sound that leaves you as he says that, your hand gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as you start sniffing once more. 

“I don’t care about what they say princess, you know that.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling you even closer to himself as if he could absorb the pain from you. 

“I’m so sorry, give me another chance please. I didn’t tell you because I knew it’d hurt you. I promise I’ll make it up to you, please?” 

You look up at him. His eyes are filled with tender love and pure adoration, it makes your heart melt. You nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Of course you would, he's your precious Meian, you’d always forgive him. Why did you ever think he’d do anything to hurt you?

Meian smiles into your hair, ignoring the sound of the notification popping up on the phone kept on the table, 

Jessica: hey, we're still on for tonight right ? ;)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #atsumu x reader #atsumu angst #meian shugo #meian x reader #meian angst #atsumu smut #oikawa smut #hq ansgt #hq hcs #hq fanfic #oikawa tooru #atsumu x you #bokuto #tsukishima #bokuto fluff

[slimesidian]

I noticed on Slime's Wormman art that their Zed had robot parts, plus it was mentioned that Zed occasionally joined in on Hermit Debug week as of recent, so when/how did Zed get these robot parts? Or just give Zed headcanons in general! :P

I was actually really really hoping somebody would notice that I gave Zed little robotic face plates so first, thank you for noticing my lidl details :D. Secondly I’m gonna just ramble bout my Zedaph headcanons because oh boy oh boy do I have….a lot. This will tie into my Team ZITS backstory headcanons by the way, as this is Zed’s part of the story. I’ll cover Tango’s if I ever get asked about it don’t worry.

-Mod Slime

Origin

Zed, like Mumbo, is a robot. Now, the thing about this is Zed doesn’t actually know this. He and Mumbo are similar in a lot of their design, actually, as they were made by the same person, Zed being made after Mumbo. The biggest difference is Mumbo was scrapped early, so he was fully aware he was a robot, but Zed was fully finished and thus had this knowledge hidden from him. Zed isn’t a Redstone robot in the same way that Mumbo is.

When he first woke up, he was alone in a survival world, or, he thought he was alone. The only friend he had for a while was a little brown sheep that he met in his first few minutes of proper existence. He didn’t even really know who or what he was at this time, and was actually just walking around shirtless for a while. 

He was eventually found and given shelter by another Player, which, he didn’t think there were other Players in this world. Turns out, said Player is Skizz. He lets Zed stay with him and asks about his life, and Zed admits that he knows… nothing about his life. He has no memory of anything before this world, and Skizz assumes maybe it was a glitch or something when Zed spawned in. Whatever the case, at least he has a roof over his head now.

At some point, the two gently shear the sheep Zed had found, and used the wool to create Zed’s sweater, the buttons ended up being a bunch of mix matched colors and shapes, but Zed likes it.

Eventually, the two go to the End and find Impulse. Zed can quickly detect that Impulse is speaking Galactic and begins translating so Skizz can understand what he’s saying.

(From this point, everything lines up with the Impulse headcanons I gave a while ago.)

Moonlight SMP

While in Moonlight SMP, Zed created a superhero alter ego, aka Wormman. He would supposedly retire this persona for a few years. This comes back later which is why I mention it now.

Hermitcraft Backstory

When Zed showed up on Hermitcraft, he traveled by portal. There was an accidental glitch and… well Wormman manifested. 

Zed pretty much just kinda chills until he inevitably does meet Wormman, and is very confused by the fact that his alter ego is his own person. He rolls with it though, and just kind of accepts that yeah Wormman exists

Also Zed can split timelines. Nobody ever really discusses this fact, but he did do this once in S5. 

Nothing truly eventful happens to Zed in season 5, at least, in terms of backstory, but Wormman on the other hand, is left in the S5 world after the world ends. This is awful because the S5 world is basically cursed and got completely overtaken by the jungle, which means Wormman… yeah you can figure out what happened. 

He gets out though! He kinda… lost his soul, and got possessed by death due to this. Thus Zedeath was born. When he showed up on Hermitcraft 6, Zed did not realize that Zedeath is the same person as Wormman

Again there isn’t really anything backstory wise that’s too important until S7 because that’s when Zed accidentally learns that he is a robot. 

He glitched one day in the first half of the season(probably around November), didn’t entirely know why. He calls Tango over to help, since Tango can access the code, and Tango can’t entirely figure out what’s wrong. He calls Impulse over, and Impulse recognizes that Zed’s code is extremely similar to Mumbo’s, almost identical.

This leads the two of them to realizing Zed is a robot. Now how do they prove that this is true? Well, they remember that Mumbo’s synthetic skin came off when he tried out the uh… I don’t remember the name of it but the spookificating thing that was in the Shopping District.

So Zed pretty much goes into that, and when he comes out it is revealed that he is in fact a robot, and he looks almost identical to Mumbo in basic design(like the chest cavity, the location of the metallic plates, etc…). Zed basically has a breakdown about this because he doesn’t know if his feelings are real or not. 

He ends up asking Mumbo how he copes with the fact that he’s a robot, and they kinda have a sweet little heart to heart about it, and Zed comes out of it being mostly comfortable with the fact he’s a robot. He gets new synthetic skin, but he leaves certain areas uncovered so he can see the metallic bits. He wants to love that part of himself.

This is around the time that Zed starts taking part of the debug weeks. 

And this is basically all for the in universe “lore” stuff. Other important thing is that Wormman/Zedeath has been using Zed’s Void hole to reach Ex in the Void.

General/Other

Zed has pointy ears, he doesn’t know why he was designed with them, but he honestly doesn’t mind. For the longest time it made him think maybe he was some kind of hybrid.

Zed’s eyes glow purple, and so does his robot chest cavity. He doesn’t really know what causes it to glow purple

Zed, being a robot, has a very close relationship with any contraption or mechanism he builds, especially after he learns he’s a robot. 

He doesn’t actually need sleep, which is why the other Hermits won’t really try to force him to sleep the same way they will with Impulse and Tango. 

Being a robot means that Zed can’t handle the Void without dying particularly faster than other Hermits(again save for Mumbo because robots :D). 

Zed is chubby. Fight me. 

His hair is really soft

Wormman/Zedeath Headcanons

Wormman is a clone of Zedaph’s memories, not Zedaph himself. As in, Wormman is not a robot, where as Zed is. Wormman is memories from when Zed thought he was an organic being rather than mechanical. Wormman has every memory that was created while Zed wore the costume. This actually means Wormman has two birthdays, but he considers his true birthday to be the day he became his own person, rather than, when Zed first wore the costume. 

Zedeath and Wormman are the same person. Wormman is technically soulless after being abandoned in season 5 and things….happening to him. He could never really die, though, and the closest he came to death accidentally turned him into Zedeath, which is why his first (and only) s6 appearance was as Zedeath instead of Wormman.

Wormman currently resides under the server with Evil Xisuma/Abyss. Wormman had talked to him at some point in S6 while he was still Zedeath, and even then Abyss probably realized who he was. Since then, Wormman built a platform under Zed's base, and there he and Abyss live. It's not much, just the two of them. Although BadTimes vomits occasionally.

Zedeath no longer really comes around. Maybe it's because whatever caused him to exist moved on to Ren during Demise, maybe he came back and Wormman just doesn’t know.

Zedeath isn’t even that scary, he’s just a mischievous soul(or lack there of)

#mcyt #mod slime #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mod slime talks #hermitcraft adjacent #hc headcanons #zedaphplays #impulsesv #skizzleman #mumbo jumbo #headcanon list #zedaph beadcanons #robot zedaph #zedeath #wormman #evil xisuma

[sirowsky]

The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language + severe triggerwarning for victims of domestic abuse.

Link to Masterlist

Comment: House-hunting, mole-hunting and Anita-hunting (sort of). And this chapter is like 95% conversation.

Chapter 32

  “Are you serious?”

  “What?”

  “That is way too big… What would we even do with all that?”

  “Hermosa, we fill the space we have. That’s not a euphemism, just a fact. If we have four rooms, we’ll fill those, and if we have twelve, we’ll fill those too.”

  “Who the fuck needs twelve rooms?”

  “It only has eight rooms.”

  “And there are only four of us.”

  “So, that’s it? No room to grow further?”

  “Honey, just how much are you anticipating this little family to grow? That’s a totally serious question, by the way. How many kids would you actually like to have?”

  “If your weird-ass body permits – like… four.”

  “Hey, who are you calling w…… did you just say four?”

  “Yup.”

  “What… including Missy, or… an additional four?”

  “I’m not picky. If we end up with just the two little miracles we have, I’ll still be the happiest man alive, but I wouldn’t mind having a bunch. Five, six, however many our love can create, I’ll be more than happy to nurture and raise and love all of them unconditionally, even when they inevitably pee on me.”

  You had no idea how to answer that, so you just stared at him. But he knew how ambivalent you were about all things concerning family, so he didn’t pose the question back to you, and instead just smiled while he watched the cogs in your mind struggle to fit together.

  “S-six… you’d be okay with another… six kids?”

  “Mhm.”

  “Fuck, Marcus, I’m struggling to even get it into my head that we’re gonna be joined by a tiny fragile infant in about 7 months, how are you already contemplating another five?!”

  “Relax, preciosa, I’m not actively contemplating it, I’m just answering a question. Saying I wouldn’t mind something, doesn’t mean I’m aiming for it.”

  “But you’re looking at houses with eight rooms…”

  “Like I said: we fill the space we have. Rooms have endless usages, it’s not like we have to make all of them bedrooms. We can have home-offices, a separate play-room, a separate dining room.”

  “Yeah, I get all that, it just seems excessive.”

  “Sweetheart, all I’m saying is, we’re looking for a home for life. If our family grows more, I don’t want to have to move again. I want the place we pick to be one that can take anything we weirdo’s throw at it.”

  “Okay, fine, I’ll look at the big-ass house.”

  “Thank you.”

  He handed you the phone and you scrolled through the different images, seeing things you liked and things you didn’t. But when you got to the master bedroom, your eyebrows shot up. The room looked ordinary at first glance, but when you took a closer look, you noticed that it had some special features.

  “Marcus… is this why you’re so interested in this house?”

  “It’s not the only reason…”

  “Who the fuck owns this place - Stormy Daniels?”

  “No, just some accountant.”

  “The bedroom is soundproofed.”

  “Which is convenient and useful for all kinds of people, but especially parents.”

  “Hard pass.”

  “We could just go and look at it before you dismiss it completely.”

  “Nope. Not happening. Move on.”

  “Why? Seriously, what’s so bad about it? Missy wouldn’t have to wear headphones every other night, and we wouldn’t have to worry about her overhearing stuff.”

  “Yes, those are good points. But: what if something happens to one of us, and the other needs to shout for help? What if something happens to Missy, and she tries to shout for help and we can’t hear her? What if someone breaks into the house, and we don’t hear it? I mean, I’m pretty sure you have super-hearing, but I don’t, and you’re not home every second of every day. I want to live in a house that speaks to me. You know, the way our house used to creak in the mornings when the sun warmed it, and settle again in the evenings, when it cooled. And if we are gonna have a bunch of kids, I sure as shit wanna be able to hear every little thing they get up to.”

  He looked ridiculously pleased at how you’d thought that through.

  “Got it, hard pass on all soundproofing. But can I ask you another serious question? One you might not have such a clear answer for?”

  “Sure.”

  “Our house… why did you send the whole thing over there? Why not just Prince and his machines?”

  “There wasn’t any thought involved with that, just instinct, and at the time, the house didn’t feel safe. I walked in and it was like entering a tomb. And I honestly don’t know if I could’ve ever walked in to that house again without having that feeling.”

  “I can understand that, mi amor. And I hope you know that I’m not asking because I’m in any way upset with you. I saw the look in your eyes in those moments, and I know how scared you were. To be able to utilise your abilities with that kind of precision and delicacy right then, was down-right miraculous.”

  “Let’s just hope I never have to try and repeat that miracle. Now, what’s next on your list?”

  He tapped away on his phone, blinking a few times at the wetness in his eyes, before handing it back to you.

  “Wow… this is even bigger.”

  “Same number of rooms, just a bigger kitchen and more garage-space.”

  “Oh, I like the yard.”

  “Check out the backyard.”

  “Holy… that’s huge! And a pool. We’d need guardrails around that, or I’d be perpetually terrified for the baby to fall in. Are those trees on the property as well?”

  “Yes. That whole little patch of woods is.”

  “Really? I mean, a pair of swings in those trees…”

  You were so engrossed in the phone that you didn’t see Marcus smile wider as he watched you fall in love with the place.

  “Oh, I love the kitchen. And there’s a fireplace! Those are beautiful floors. Holy shit – I could swim in that bathtub…”

  “Sooo…… you like it?”

  “I do.”

  “Enough to go have a look?”

  “Definitely. But Missy has to come too.”

  He beamed. You’d had a few long conversations about the house-hunting before you actually started, and after a meeting at the bank, you’d found out that your credit was basically more than big enough for anything you might want, which was an odd thing to try and get your head around. Not that you wanted a life of luxury, but it was sort of strange to realise that you actually could have practically any kind of life you chose, in terms of housing.   The two of you had settled on a firmly planted roof of expense that you were willing to extend to the purchase. And even though this house was huge and renovated to the nines with modern upgrades, that still managed to float seamlessly into the older stem and feel of the house, it wasn’t really particularly near that roof.

  “I’ll call the realtor and see if they can fit us in later this week.”

  “It’s a nice area. A little out of the way, but a good neighbourhood, and Missy wouldn’t have to change schools. Our commute to work would be a bit longer, but on quieter roads. And there’s a fence around the property. We could get a dog, or two. Or even a frickin’ pony with the size of that backyard.”

  Marcus just stared at you with that giddy smile firmly planted in his whole frame, while you rambled on, completely lost in your own thoughts, until his silence eventually made you snap out of it and look at him.

  “Oh, crap. I’m already moving in, aren’t I…?”

  He just laughed and hugged you.

  “I’m definitely on board with the dogs. But I’m gonna need my phone back if I’m gonna be able to call the realtor.”

  You quickly handed it back to him, just as there was a careful knock on the door.   You were in Marcus’s office, sitting in one of the sofas, perfectly naturally just sitting next to each other, for once. It had only been a week since you were released from medical, and he was still a little worried about getting you worked up, so you hadn’t been together yet, and it was creating something of a space between you. Not a wall, nothing that exclusive, just a little void that was a bit hard to reach across.   He called for the person to enter, and Will stepped in, immediately shooting an apologetic glance at Marcus. He still hadn’t quite recovered from seeing Cujo that time, even though Marcus had apologized for scaring him.

  “Hi, sorry, I was told I could find you here.”

  You smiled warmly at him to ease his discomfort.

  “What’s up, Will?”

  “Uh, Miss. Timmons is looking for you, she needs your help.”

  Oh, for fucks sake…

  “Let me guess; she screwed up her paperwork, again?”

  “Looks like it.”

  “Damned it, Izzy. Wait, why’d she send you to get me, you’re not an errand-boy, she couldn’t have picked up the phone?”

  “She did go looking for you in your office, but when you weren’t there, she got a little… desperate. She knows that she’s messed up too many times already, and I think she’s genuinely scared that you’re gonna fire her. She started crying outside your office and I was just passing by, so I offered to go find you for her.”

  “If I had the authority to fire her, I would’ve already done it.”

  You sighed and got up to leave, but Marcus caught your elbow.

  “You’re not gonna go back to work, right? We talked about that.”

  “If I know Izzy, this won’t be solved by correcting a few clerical errors.”

  “So, let someone else do it.”

  “No one else can, honey. That’s why I still have my job despite the number of sick-days I have.”

  “Preciosa… it’s dangerous. Prince’s people are in this building, and if he was obsessed with you, or us, then so are they. None of us can afford to be distracted right now.”

  “I know, but we still have to live. We’re still the same people, and neither one of us are the type of person that’s just gonna stand by when someone needs help. If the team needs you, I expect you to go and help them, not just because that’s your job, but because that’s who you are.”

  “Just don’t let yourself get too engrossed. Stay alert at all times. We have no idea who’s a friend and who isn’t.”

  “I’ll check in with you every hour, okay?”

  “Every half-hour. And just until you’ve sorted this mess out, then you come back and find me, you don’t start on another three problems you discover along the way.”

  “Are you giving me orders now, Team Leader?”

  He grabbed your hips and pulled you in close, so that your bodies were only millimetres apart and his nose was brushing against yours. It was more than enough to heat you up after six weeks of inactivity, but the tremble of emotion in his voice when he spoke next, pushed the desire aside, to make way for compassion.

  “I can’t lose you again. I’ll do anything…”

  You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against his. How many times had you lost each other already? Your ability made it so easy for you to feel like it was your job to save others, like it was what you were put in this world to do, and especially where your family was concerned. So, you had to start reminding yourself that while you would probably always be able to absorb anything bad that happened to them – you’d also always hurt them by doing that. Your ability came with a terrible price, and you were only lucky to have survived everything you’d been through thus far.   Marcus was right, you had to be more careful.   You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and nestled your nose into his neck. His arms closed around your waist and held you to him, strong and sure, and you felt like you could just stand there for the rest of the day.

  “I promise I’ll be careful, and not take any risks. I love you.”

  “Te amo, querida.”

  Will had moved to stand outside the door after Marcus started talking to you, but he fell in behind you when you walked past him.

  “So, where is she, and what has she done?”

  It felt really good to get back into something familiar and achievable again. To do something that generated an immediate response and result, and within fifteen minutes you suddenly understood why Marcus had been so worried. You got lost in the task in no time at all.   You sent him a text while you waited for a lawyer to call you back.

  [You’re right, I’m already cheating.]

  [How bad?]

  [Two other issues already solved, while I’m waiting to work out Izzy’s.]

  [Why are you waiting?]

  [Because lawyers always have something better to do.]

  [Fine. But as soon as it’s dealt with, you come back to me. I’ll be at the control centre.]

  [Promise. What’s going on?]

  [Just two small countries deciding to go to war over the quality of their chocolate.]

  [Well… I suppose there are worse things.]

  [They’re hurling missiles at each other over fucking candy…]

  [Wow… Where’s Máma when you need her?]

  [Don’t you worry, she’s right here, so this should be sorted out by the time you get here.]

  [Oh, in that case, I am so calling her Chocoreno from now on.]

  [Please don’t…]

  [Only if she doesn’t solve it.]

  [*sigh*]

  After another eight phone calls and a lot of grovelling to people you really didn’t like, you finally managed to set things straight, and went to find Izzy to give her a piece of your mind - again. But when you got to her office, she was on the phone and turned away from the door, so she didn’t see you come in, and you accidentally overheard the end of her conversation.

  “No, of course not, I’ll be straight home from work. Why would I make any stops? --- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you… --- No, baby, don’t… I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. --- Anything you want, name it. --- Yeah, that sounds.. nice. I’ll be home soon.”

  Shit.

  She turned around, looking absolutely terrified, and then she saw you by the door and quickly tried to adapt a neutral expression. She was good at it too, within half a second there was no trace of fear in her face. You only got that good at hiding your feelings if you knew that showing them meant terrible pain.

  “So, everything’s taken care of, no harm done.”

  “Really? Oh, thank you. I’m so sorry, I swear I don’t mean to mess up the papers, it just gets to be too much sometimes.”

  “Izzy, if I ask you a personal question, will you answer me honestly?”

  A trace of fear re-emerged in her features, but she nodded carefully.

  “Is it work that gets to be too much… or is it home?”

  You could see the internal struggle. The need to be free of the fear and the pain, and that same fear making it almost impossible. All the irritation and frustration fell away from you with the realisation that she wasn’t incompetent at all. She was being smothered.   How many times had you added to her stress and general feeling of inadequacy, by barking at her for constantly missing or screwing up doing things? Why hadn’t you seen the signs sooner, you knew every single one of them?

  “I’ve been where you are, Izzy. I should have seen this. I’m so sorry.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry for, honestly, I’m fine.”

  “Show me your arms and your stomach. If they aren’t bruised, I might believe you.”

  She squirmed where she stood, and her head dropped in defeat.

  “When was the last time you didn’t have an injury somewhere? When was the last time you could move without feeling pain somewhere?”

  She just kept staring at the floor, shaking her head, trying to will it not to be true, so you walked up to her, pushed your energy around her, and healed her.   The amount of energy that it drained from you, told you everything you needed to know about how injured she was, and you quickly reached into your back pocket to retrieve a pill from the small box you kept with you at all times these days.   Izzy stared wide-eyed at you, while you fumbled with a paper-cup at her water-cooler, hands shaking with the sudden loss of strength. Then she suddenly sprung to life and came to help you fill the cup and down the pill.

  “Jesus Christ, girl, how were you even standing with all that damage?”

  “I… got used to it over time. He didn’t… start out that bad.”

  “They never do.”

  “Thank you. So much.”

  “Thank me by letting me beat the living hell out of that guy.”

  “You’d better not. But… maybe… you could ask one of the guys on the team to… talk to him?”

  “Are you serious? You wanna stay with him? No, honey, no amount of talking is gonna fix him.”

  “No, I meant like… talk him into not killing me for leaving him.”

  “Oh… Yeah. That I could probably do. Just give me his name and address.”

  You downed another pill, and started feeling better, while Izzy scribbled on a note for you. You took it and read it, and stuffed it down your other back pocket.

  “You should stay here tonight, just in case he decides to try anything. And call me if you need anything, Marcus and I are still living here, so we’re close, okay?”

  She seemed to hesitate about something.

  “What is it?”

  “Um… do you know Jack Daven?”

  “Who?”

  “He’s a kid who interns at the science division.”

  “Oh, Jackie. Yeah, unfortunately I do know who he is.”

  He was the kid you threw head-first into a wall.

  “I just… I think he might have something to do with your mole situation.”

  “What? Why would you think that?”

  “A while back, he came to me saying that science had sent him with some paperwork that needed to be signed, but when I looked at it, I realised that it was actually for research, and I told him that. And he laughed it off saying that he’d just made a mistake, but that didn’t seem very likely, because the forms he had were for release of testing materials. They wouldn’t send an errand-boy to retrieve those, they’re too dangerous. At the time I figured that maybe he’d been sent with an escort, for learning purposes, and that I just never saw them. But, now with the investigation, I think there might have been more to it than that. I was just too scared to... I didn’t know who to trust with it.”

  “You can always trust me. Thank you, Izzy, I’m so sorry that I ever thought of you as incompetent.”

  “Forgive me and I’ll forgive you.”

  “Done.”

  You ran full speed back to Ops, and almost collided with the automatic door to the control centre. Marcus was working at a station to the left, and smiled without looking up as he heard you. Anita was at the centre console, with her back to you.

  “Damned it, why do all automatic doors move so fucking slowly?”

  “Ah, I hear my future daughter-in-law has entered the premises.”

  “Shut it, Chocoreno.”

  “What did you just call me?”

  “Choco-reno, the clue’s in the name, máma.”

  “Ay, loco, today’s not a good day to test me.”

  “Why, does máma need a hug?”

  “Don’t even think about it.”

  “Fine. How about some nice chocolate instead? I hear there might be some steep discounts on a couple of brands.”

  “Mujer… did you burst in here for a reason? Because if not, I’ll burst you right back out.”

  “Hah, I’d like to see you try.”

  She huffed.

  “As you wish.”

  You caught a glimpse of Marcus’ expression as it shifted from bemused to genuinely worried, when Anita turned and came towards you.

  “Mooom…”

  She ignored him and tried to grab you, but your ghost hands caught hers before she could make contact, and they were much stronger than your physical hands.   She definitely had super-strength, that much was obvious right away, and she wasn’t holding back. You could feel your strength begin to drain, so you changed tactics. You flooded the room with energy, and then drew it back to compact it all around yourself, creating that same kind of barrier that the Inventor hadn’t been able to break through, despite his genius belt-modification.   And then you just stood there, perfectly still to conserve energy, while she tried in vain to push you out of the room.

  “Mom, stop it, right now!”

  As her focus momentarily shifted towards Marcus, you saw the smile that played in her features. She was just having fun, testing your strength and flexing her own, whilst getting some frustration out of her system, knowing full well that you could take it.   Feeling certain she wouldn’t kill you for it, you grabbed the opportunity.   You let the wall of energy disappear as she was leaning against it with all her might, and as the barrier fell, so did Anita – right into your arms.   It was a bit like trying to catch a running bull, and the impact was certainly painful, but you ignored it and just hugged her to you.   She scrambled out of your grip, but you just smiled at her, because you knew she enjoyed every moment of it.

  “I have to say, I’ve never had to fight my way into a hug before.”

  “That wasn’t a hug, loco.”

  “Yes, it was, and you know it. Do you feel better now, or do you need another?”

  She was actually contemplating another round, which prompted Marcus to step in between you.

  “Do I have to remind both of you that you’re pregnant, hermosa? Playful or not, you’re not fighting each other again, now, tell me why you were moving so fast that the doors were too slow for you?”

   Oh, for fucks sake, why where you so easily distracted?

  “Right… We should probably talk in private. Considering the fact that it’s only been two hours since we sat in your office looking at houses – a hell of a lot’s happened.”

  He led the way towards the door, and you shot a look at Anita, over your shoulder.

  “Raincheck on that hug?”

  “I’ll boogie with you anytime, loco.”

  “That’s how you boogie? And you call me ‘loco’.”

  “Oh, yes. You’ve earned that one, many times over.”

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[levisnackajack]

The Wrath of War

Chapter Twelve

The next few days were incredibly uneventful.

Waking up early, long training sessions, cleaning, spending some time around Eren and Hange, more cleaning. It was a never-ending cycle that fatigued Eden more than any of the expeditions they were sent to. 

However, the charcoal-haired girl could never stop thinking about that blurry mess of a night. Her stomach flipped as the blood in her veins warmed up; blotches of memories snapping into her mind at random points during the days and nights. She couldn’t tell whether the moments in which she randomly woke up during that night with Levi’s arm wrapped around her tightly as he dozed off beside her were mere fragments of her imagination. 

Nonetheless, it didn’t matter because once she truly awakened in the morning; he had already moved away. Walking back towards her; Levi tossed her a water flask when the effects of the whiskey lingered at the back of her skull. 

The strangest thing of all was that everything seemed perfectly normal between the girl and the Captain. They continued on horseback and reached the headquarters just as the sun had waved its goodbyes. 

Levi had given her the reins of his horse and asked her to tend to their animals as he stalked off back to his office to note down the strangeness of this mission and report back to Commander Erwin.

No breach.

Not even one titan jumped in their way. It was truly a peculiar notion that managed to imprint in Eden’s mind as she thought over that fact. 

Yet, a week and a half later, the remnants of that night still managed to crawl back into her consciousness. 

She lay on a white bed in a lace, black dress with her hair down. Her waves were like a halo around her head. Looking up, she met her reflection in a mirror above her and she made a face, hardly able to recognize the girl staring back at her. 

Jean appeared, smiling gently down at Eden as he took her dainty fingers, lacing them with his larger ones, pinning her arm above her head. 

Eden stifled a sigh, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch as his free hand trailed over the softness of the flesh against her cheeks, her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. 

He drew a map against her skin, head leaning downwards as his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. 

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he groaned against her skin as he fervently pressed kisses down her jawline, Eden’s fingers lacing through his dirty-blond hair. He pressed his knee in between her legs and she stifled a groan, fingers flexing against his hair as she squeezed her eyes shut. 

Suddenly, his kisses grew harder, his fingers grew more desperate as they locked into her hair, tucking her head to the side, allowing him more access to her exposed throat.

“Can’t stop thinking about me, can you brat?” A cold, impassive voice drawled against her skin. Eden’s hazel eyes snapped open at his voice, her lips parting as she stared up into the mirror. 

Instead of seeing Jean’s light hair gliding through her fingers, she saw Levi’s soft, raven strands of hair perfectly contrasting her pasty skin. She felt her fingertips brush against his sharp undercut as he glided his tongue against the columns of her neck and her back arched into him. 

He pulled away, grey eyes staring down at her indifferently before settling on her lips. He leaned over, his face edging closer and closer as Eden’s heart began racing, the threat of having it rip through her chest becoming very realistic.

Eden woke up with a gasp, her blood pounding in her ears as her forehead lay covered in a slick of sweat. She felt heat coiled up inside her as she squirmed uncomfortably under her sheets, her mind completely void of everything but the most real dream she had ever experienced.

She fanned her face, gasping for air as her head slammed back against the pillow. Her mind flickered to Jean...and then to Captain Levi. She groaned, hiding her face with her arm. She couldn’t bear meeting his eyes. 

Perhaps ever.

Waking up before the first raw sunlight rays, Eden dressed in her uniform and hastily went about with her morning routine. She practically tripped down the stairs when Jean sweetly greeted her from behind.

“Morning, Jean,” she began, saluting him awkwardly before mentally slamming her head against the wall. 

Wrong man. 

He laughed at her and casually threw his arm over her shoulder, walking down the stairs with her. “Eden, I know we’ve been busy and everything; but we need to talk. I feel like you’re avoiding me or something.” 

Eden’s eyes flickered around the empty foyer as she quickly thought of a response. 

“Not at all Jeanie-boy, but I do need to go,” she blurted out, stepping away from Jean when he made a face. “I need to go clean the stables today. That’s why I’m up so early, I wanted to get a head-start before the horses wake up.” 

He stared at her as though she had grown out a second head. She let out an awkward, high-pitched laugh. “Live a little- go for a stroll and I’ll catch you later.” Turning on her heels, she sprinted out of the castle, completely ignoring the way Jean watched her go with a deeply confused frown etched upon his face.

“Oh really? So, you complain when I make you clean, but then you spend the entire day here scrubbing horse shit on your own?” Levi’s voice made the girl’s eyes widen as she suppressed a groan. 

It took her a moment before she slowly turned back to face his standing form at the entrance, bored expression present, folded arms against his chest. Luckily for her, she was done and so she immediately assumed that it wouldn’t be obvious if she slid past him hurriedly.

She paced towards the exit, shrugging her shoulders comically as she looked down at her boots, hair acting like a thick curtain concealing her bright red cheeks. Her palms were sweating and it didn’t help feeling his cold glare drilling through her skull.

Right as she was about to sigh out in relief, her grabbed her by the elbow. Eden refused to make eye contact as she immediately snapped her head in the opposite direction, heart praying that her flustered face would disappear. 

“Have you got nothing snarky to say back?” He shook her by the arm, his other hand reaching to capture Eden’s chin and bring it back so he could properly scowl at her. Perhaps he was taken aback by her rosy cheeks or the way her eyes avoided his at all costs. 

Eden caught his stiff brow raise with her peripheral vision, albeit the iron grip he had against her jaw. 

“I need to go braid Connie’s hair. I mean no- he’s gonna braid Sasha's. No sorry- he’ll watch Sasha braid my hair,” Eden fumbled out and Levi’s arm still stood outstretched towards her as she stepped back. 

Eden ran as quickly as she could away from the stables, heat coiling within her gut as she felt his perplexed stare follow her every move.

The two young soldiers met after training and walked back towards the headquarters side by side. 

Jean glanced down at Eden who stared back at him, nervousness fluttering inside her. “I know we need to talk, I’m sorry it’s taking so long.” 

“I can wait,” he replied hastily, running a hand through his hair, making Eden stifle a cough. 

“No Jean, listen; I care about you a lot. But with everything going on, all the stress and shit we have to go through, I just really didn’t have enough time to think about you and I. I’m not really sure if I’m making any sense, but I just feel like I need a little more time to think things over and really stabilize myself on my own two feet.” Eden told him in a gentle tone and this time it was her turn to capture him by the wrist and halt him in his steps. 

He smirked down at her, nodding slowly as he brushed his knuckle against her cheek. “I mean, that’s fine by me. As long as you’re fine trying to keep up with me during our sparring sessions, I bet you’ll never be able to beat me.” 

She scoffed loudly, sending him an eye roll before elbowing him in the ribs. “Please. You’re just lucky I feel bad for you most of the time. I don’t want to send you back to your mother all bruised up because she’ll probably beat me.” 

They bickered for some time, laughing and hitting each other like kids coming out of high-school.

“Thank you for being someone I can truly rely on, Jeanie-boy,” Eden said to him gently before standing on her tiptoes, full lips planting a sweet, tender kiss against his cheek. 

Jean’s expression softened and he gave her the warmest smile. 

She grinned back, yet deep down- to her surprise- she did not get flustered at the intimate touch whatsoever.

That evening, she lay in Sasha’s bed whilst her infinitely-hungry friend played with her hair- styling it. Connie paced around the room angrily; talking about the cookie he had stolen from the preserved rations; only to later find out that Sasha had stolen it for him. 

“Boohoo, I wish I had your problems,” Eden rambled out, wincing when Sasha accidentally pulled on her hair a bit too tightly. 

“Oh, I see, are you too tired of having Jean crush on you? Is that it, Eden?” Connie sat on the edge of the bed, leaning towards the laying girl, his thin brows bobbing up and down. Eden kicked him off the bed with her knee, but it was too late because Connie’s words had already caught Sasha’s attention.

“He’s right you know, we saw you kissing, hehe,” Sasha cackled as she continued braiding small sections of Eden’s hair together, completely ignoring her flustered expression. 

“Don’t get me started, this isn’t even the half of it,” Eden said timidly as her two friends gasped simultaneously, urging her to go on. 

“I had a dream last night. And Captain Levi was in it,” she mumbled out and only Sasha managed to hear it at first. She laughed hard, tears pooling in her eyes as she dodged Eden’s slap aimed for her arm. 

“What?” Connie yelled irritably, cupping his ear to delineate that he did not quite understand what she had uttered under her breath. 

“I said...I had a dream and the Captain was in it,” Eden said in one breath, covering her crimson face with her palms as Sasha and Connie laughed hard. 

“I can’t- you dreamt about Captain Levi? That’s hilarious, imagine if he knew...-” 

As if on cue, said devil barged through the door- standing at the threshold with an emotionless expression on his face. 

“Sorry to interrupt your little slumber party but I wasn’t satisfied with today’s training session so you’re going out again.” He stepped to the side as Sasha and Connie sauntered past him, still giggling under their breaths. 

Eden let go of a large sigh before hopping off the bed and following her friends’ suit until Levi gently caught her by the wrist. She spun round, eyes fixing on the way he held onto her before she gingerly glanced up at him; heart palpitating faster under his sharp stare. His fingers faintly glided against the braids laced in her hair; making Eden purse her lips as another wave of blush caressed her cheeks.

“Your hair looks different, good different,” he uttered out casually, his face devoid of even the slightest bit of expression.

 Eden held onto the air in her lungs. “Thanks,” she managed to sigh out. She watched as he stiffly nodded, letting go of her wrist. His cold fingertips lingered as they brushed against hers and she began chewing on her bottom lip when he began walking off, her hand feeling empty. 

 Tags: @idiot-juice-enthusiast ty so much for asking me to tag u! I’m super happy ur enjoying the story so far ! <3 

As always, thanks to anyone who took the time to read and interact with my story, I appreciate all the support! xx

Here is the link to the full story in AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28919136/chapters/70952145

#attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi x oc #levi ackerman x oc #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #fanfiction #fanfic #slow burn #anime #manga #manga edit #levi ackerman imagine #levi imagine #levi ackerman smut #levi smut #snk x oc #aot x oc #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin manga #shingeki no kyoujin levi

[cracknoir]

headcanons: im too stoned to write properly edition

jack is actually really well liked in the community and is really popular on his street. he was raised in high-rise flats where everyone was sort of, idk, calling them an extended family is a step too far, but you know how it is with a sort of tight-nit community. 

jimmy, on the other hand, is a public menace wherever he stays.

claudes house is weirdly bare, stripped plasterboard, oddly ornate door tho 

satan chooses to appear the way he does and can basically shapeshift. He can also high-jack bodies and pilot them around. 

brad is friends with a couple of crows 

little jake isn’t heavily involved, even though he associates with these people, he’s very much on the periphery. Sort of the same as Jack, jack is very low-level in the crime world. They could’ve moved up, but little jake is a chronic underachiever and jack’s honestly content. jack’s more zen about it, jake gets all bummed out 

also not really a headcanon but i sort of hate that jack and jake are so similar names, i’m gonna have to change it in a proper novel just to make it read better but like,,, that’s their names :( 

miller might be coming as a new oc soon, i used to have miller as an acid-casualty vietnam vet but i’ve updated and revamped his character so the start of the story makes more sense 

Rasputin eats very basic meals. meat stew and potatoes. 

Molly has a pink pistol she usually has, jimmy usually has a pistol hidden on him but hides smaller guns places. 

list of people who are always packing: jimmy, molly, dmitri, alex, claude, 

im interested by the fact that criminals aren’t smart. career criminals especially aren’t usually geniuses, if you catch these assholes acting dumb it was on purpose 

when i get around to writing it, when john appears in the modern day, he’s like rotting, but i’m not gonna use that for tumblr bc fuck having to do that over and over again. he’s just chillin in the present fuck it. it’s also a lot to throw at someone else, “btw this character only exists in the verse that i made myself so now u have to go along with it thank u x” so fuck it do what i want i made up this silly little cowboy he can kick around with us and be like hey they got doors that open by THEMSELVES now 

i know i’ve kind of dropped oliver but i’ll get to him i feel like i need to rewrite his story 

also eimhir is dead as in i’m not using her ever again, i’ve changed her character to a swamp monster called flower who logistically doing on tumblr would be a nightmare

miller tho the guy i want to maybe put on here, he’s like ok so this is just headcanon at this point but really i just wanted to ramble into the void so fuck it strap in so basically this guy joins the army and he’s good at it you kno (i’m thinking he might know alex and it’s a more organic sort of entry point for her so her and molly can actually develop instead of her dropping in the third act like i did before) but he gets sent off on a mission to retrieve this squad that went missing in the mountains, i haven’t decided what it is that fucks him up but something does, and like, something broke him in them there mountains, so he skips the fuck back to the US and basically does the same was what jimmy decided to do and exiles himself to alaska, ends up being jimmy’s neighbor so he’s like jims friend. he also, and i hate to break it to u all, dies pretty early. sorry. im a shithead

this post got really long i am so sorry 

#do i have a headcanon tag yet?? #im sorry i do be ramblin #i like doing these cos it's mostly just shit that i would never really write anywhere else #but it also swirls around my brain

[willddheartt]

Its Mortifying To Be The One Who Remembers | Randall Carpio

Summary: Thinking you’ve done something wrong to make Randall ignore you, you try reaching out many times, only to be ignored. Loosely based off Hold On by Chord Overstreet. 

Warnings: sad, angst(?)

Word count: 1.4k

Masterlist

I can't imagine a world with you gone

Just yesterday you were talking to Randall like you always have, like friends. You were laughing and joking around. And just like a switch flipped, today he’s acting as if he doesn’t know you. You were a stranger to him. 

You wondered if this was some kind of sick joke or if you had done something but he wouldn’t answer you. Your texts would send but no answer ever came, and every time you’d call it would go straight to voice mail. 

Can you hear me screaming "Please don't leave me"

Your heart hurt as you went about your everyday life like normal, only without your only friend who always stuck by you. You wondered if he was acting this way because you were pushing him away slightly. But it couldn’t be, Randall’s always been there for you, even when you were distant, and when you came back he always greeted you with the same kindness as before. It didn’t make sense. 

Hold on, I still want you

“Hey, it’s just me again,” You sighed into the phone, leaving yet another voicemail, “I don’t know what I did but if you would give me a call we can sort it out. Whatever hurt you I didn’t mean it… I miss you,” 

At this point, you were sure your messages were getting thrown into the void instead of delivered to his phone. It’s been a month and he’s made no effort to call or text you back.  You’ve lost people before, but nothing compared to this. Losing someone you’re so close to just like that, without a reason or explanation hurt way worse than any breakup you’ve ever been through. You wanted nothing more than to call and hear his voice on the other line, not some automated voice mail. 

“Leave your message after the tone,” The robot spoke from the phone. By now your heart stopped dropping every time it went to message.  “Listen, Randall,” You said softly, “I don’t care that you’ve been ignoring me for a month, just please come back. I need you.” You sobbed.

Helplessly praying, the light isn't fadin'

You still saw him around campus when you were reading in the grass. He’d be throwing a football around with one of his new friends, you wondered if he’s the one who replaced you. There were a few times where they caught you staring, you’d wave and look back down to your book or laptop. A few times you thought that he’d come over and talk to you but that never happened. You felt like you were grasping at strings every time you thought he was coming over to you.  You would be alright if he went on without you at this point, you just wanted a reason. Why did he leave without an explanation, that was so unlike the Randall you thought you knew. 

Come back, I still need you

Another month passed, still with no sign of Randall. It’s like you didn’t even exist to him anymore.  You picked up your phone, dialling his number for the last time. This was going to be your final message, you couldn’t continue to hope he was just having a bad week and was dropping off the grid, as you normally did. 

“Hey, Randall,” You sniffled, “Me again. I just wanted to let you know this will be my last message.” You paused, swallowing hard to suppress the sob that was trying to escape your throat, “I miss you and all but I’m not going to keep waiting to see if you come back to me, its been two months. You know where I am if you ever change your mind about what you did. I’ll always be willing to talk,” You stopped again, closing your eyes as the tears rolled down your cheeks.  “I-” Hearing the tone signalling the end of your message you hung up the phone.

Curling up onto your bed, you fell into a puddle of tears. Eventually, you drifted off to sleep, but that also made you miss your afternoon classes, which didn’t help your mood at all. The only thing you had to distract yourself was the lectures and useless theory work for your classes. 

I don't wanna let go I know I'm not that strong

You had a bad week and an even worse past few months. Finally, your roommate agreed to let you have the dorm to yourself for the weekend, saying she was going to visit her parents. You went straight to your dorm after your last class, laying in the dark quiet room you felt yourself drifting and out of consciousness. Just as you were about to fall asleep frantic knocking come from outside your door.  “Someone better be dying or there best be a fire,” You mumbled as you got up to open the locked door 

You stumbled back a few steps when you opened the door and saw Randall standing on the other side with puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Your first thought was you had to be dreaming, you must have drifted off to sleep without noticing and this is just some cruel dream, but when you felt the tears falling down your cheeks you knew it wasn’t.  Knowing you wouldn’t be able to choke any words out you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying you face in his chest as you let your sobs fall out freely. His arms wrapped around your back tightly, and you both sobbed.  You didn’t care that it had almost been three months with Randall ignoring you, it was stupid but you didn’t care, you were just glad he was the one who knocked on your door. 

You stood in your doorway, holding each other for what felt like ages. The effect of a single hug was astounding, without saying anything you could tell he had a good reason for what happened and why he was MIA. Without pulling out of the hug you walked backwards to your bed, pulling him in your dorm with you.  “I can explain.” Was the first thing Randall said. You were just glad to hear his voice instead of the automated voice message that was set as his voice mail. 

Randall sat you down and explained why he was gone and what happened within the time since you last seen him, almost three months ago, until now.  You were rendered speechless. You had just been told that magic and werewolves are real, and the secret society that’s rumoured to be around campus is totally real as well, it felt like your entire world was flipped inside out. For all, you knew now, ever mythical being that you ever read about as a kid could be real. 

“So that’s why you were gone?” You finally managed to say.  Randall nodded, “I would have told you sooner but when they wiped my memory then took the ones of you too. I didn’t even know until tonight when I got them back. You don’t know how sorry I am,” He sighed  “I’m sure you got my messages?” You asked He nodded, “I listened to them all then came over here.” 

“Okay,” You whispered to yourself as you took a deep breath, “I’m gonna tell you thing now, or I don’t think I ever will,” You said, looking up at Randall to see him nod for youtube continue.  “When you were gone, and I was under the impression you just left, I believe I realized something,” you started. “I thought it was already too late to tell you so I entertained the thought, more than normal. Anyway, I don’t want to live in a world where you’re not in my life in some way or another,” You spoke turning to face him, “Now I’ll be okay if we stay friends but-” You cut yourself off, your rambling took away the small bit of confidence you had a second ago. Looking back down to your lap, the words caught in your throat. 

“What?” Randall asked softly as his hand came up to brush your cheek.  “I love you,” You whispered, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek.  Softly he kissed your lips, shocking you, pulling away before you could react your lips pouted slightly and your eyes fluttered open. 

“I love you too,” Randall spoke, “The entire time I didn’t have my memory I felt like I was missing something, like when you leave without your keys, only I couldn’t figure out what it was.” He paused to hold your hands in his, “It was you. I was missing you.” You smiled, and tears filled your eyes. You were happy to have him back, and as he kissed you a second time, you knew you were able to call him yours.

Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you

#the order #the order imagne #randall carpio #randall carpio x reader #randall carpio imagine #jack morton #jack morton imagine #jack morton x reader #alyssa drake #alyssa drake imagine #alyssa drake x reader #hamish duke #hamish duke imagine #hamish duke x reader #lilith bathory #lilith bathory imagine #lilith bathory x reader

[katarina-elaine]

I’ve been busy with Adult Things and didn’t know it was up yet...so of course, when I saw this message, I nearly sprayed hot tea all over my computer screen as I scrambled to go look! Since we weren’t told too much about Alastor in the pilot episode of the show, I knew that the comic would likely tell us a lot more about his personality, as the other comic did an excellent job of sort of slowing things down and zooming in to focus on Angel Dust’s character. This made me VERY excited about the Alastor comic...and I am far from disappointed.   @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife​, you probably weren’t looking for a lengthy ramble about the comic, but friend, thAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE GONNA GET!! (I’ll be nice to everyone who doesn’t care about my thoughts by putting this under a read more, I went completely friggin’ feral over m’boi, my eyes have been blessed)

I adore the detail of the first three pages. I also find it hilarious that Alastor is legit just vibin’, and everyone else is dodging out of the way like “N O P E”. Even the worker at the cafe is just like “why tf did this walking nightmare on speed have to visit on my shift?!” There are no words to describe the way I felt upon seeing Alastor just sitting at the table reading a newspaper, I made the most embarrassing noise b/c I am soft!! I just really want Good Things for our best boi?!

The bit with the birds was...something. I thought it was precious that Alastor shared with them, but later on I just sort of narrowed my eyes at him, b/c it’s totally possible that he knew what would happen and couldn’t resist a bit of violent entertainment. One could also argue that he hoped they’d just share the egg, as he does walk out shortly after the one bird decides to wreck ALL the things (RIP that poor employee’s peaceful morning). However, I wouldn’t put it past Alastor to stir things up and then just walk away. He didn’t even close the hell hole he made in the pilot when he crushed Sir Pentious, so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I need to know what’s up with the roses. Does every flower that manages to grow in hell instantly wilt? Does Alastor just have that effect on people flowers? Did he make it wilt, and if so, why? Is Alastor just having a hecken exasperating morning b/c it’s hell and disappointment and agitation will always be in the forecast? I also wheezed with laughter when the other sinners literally noped away in the middle of Alastor saying hello. Poor boi cannot get an uninterrupted introduction to save his life! ~That must get rather lonely~ 8) On the other hand, he seems to be very well-known and accepted in the cannibal colony! It’s good to know he has friends...and fangirls. That group is an entire MOOD! I would totally fight the lucky lady who caught Alastor’s hat. I find it slightly tragic that we didn’t see him wearing that hat though, because I will always need to see him wearing a hat that adjusts for his antlers and ears (they are ears, I will never believe otherwise). The person playing sax on the street is so beautiful?? I cry?? Also, bless Alastor for tossing the guy a coin. “All hat and no cattle!” Alastor. Sweetheart. Darling. Baby boi. *cries for a long time b/c he’s such a dork and I flippin’ adore him* Also, Alastor cursing was oddly amusing? All Vox did was be a showoff, but Alastor friggin mutters to himself for what looks like at least a few city blocks? Like?? Calm down, sweet pea, you’re undoubtedly giving Vox exactly what he wants, and that glorified box of static didn’t even have to work for it! The panel on page eleven where we see Alastor mid-step confirms that he is one very lanky boi! I would also like to know how often he glows?? We saw him glow a few times in the pilot, but it doesn’t seem like the light is always there. Maybe the glow is involuntary and is connected to his emotions, such as being overly agitated/excited? Of course, it could just be another intimidation tactic (mission accomplished on that last one, babe, you can stop being a firefly now). Also, I am hecken annoyed on Alastor’s behalf, hE JUST WANTED TO GET SOME FOOD AND NEARLY GOT ATTACKED INSTEAD?? HE LITERALLY DID NOT DO ANYTHING WRONG?! I know it’s hell, and to be fair, I would probably prefer to be armed against someone who was notorious for being *gestures toward Alastor entering hell and forcing people to take notice of his badassery* Like That, but it’s not exactly good business, now IS IT?! “I want fresh meat, not bubble gum!” Okay, listen...I love this man. A lot. This line? Perfection. Alastor both amused me and gave a perfect description of so many disappointing cuts of meat I’ve had to practically dissect before consuming. 11/10 would trust Alastor to do my shopping. I was NOT expecting Alastor to be so polite?? Even after the butcher clearly makes a move to attack Alastor when his back is turned, Alastor basically just gives a passive-aggressive (and probably very static-filled) warning, lets the incident slide, and thanks the guy for his service?! He even held the door open for the lil sheep bab, I cry!! Too bad the sheep is likely terrified of him now. On that note...the last panel on page fifteen. I am LIVING for that panel. Say what you will, but with consent, I would definitely still smooch the murdeer while he looked like that. It also shows that, contrary to what I had originally thought, Alastor’s ultimate spooky look isn’t just a slightly elongated (and antlered) version of how he looks while crushing Pentious. Apparently his eyes and mouth turn into oozing black voids of death! *cackles* I am so very glad the comic came out before I wrote certain scenes for my fanfics...and I hope Alastor enjoys his meal! >8) This does make me wonder whether complete dismemberment (such as being torn/blown to pieces or having your body squashed) truly kills sinners, as I wouldn’t think this would be all that difficult to accomplish or even all that rare. For example, the guy in the pilot who snatched the drugs from Angel likely got smeared into paste by that falling debris. Is he double-dead now, or will his body veeeery slowly regenerate? If it’s that easy to truly die in hell, why would heavenly weapons be such a big deal? Is it just that they can kill someone with less effort? We really need a list of ways that sinners can permanently die or at least a brief explanation of the rules, it’s one of the few things that’s seriously bugging me!  I’m gonna be rereading this comic for ages, especially since we get so many lovely shots of Alastor. Do I technically have the time to do so amidst work and grad school? No! Am I going to do it anyway? Yes!

#I'm dying here y'all #glorious content of m'boi #my eyes have been BLESSED #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor comic

[dweetwise]

Picture with me. Mt Ormond Legion gets the map. They see what they think is a new cosmetic of like a fur coat. They go to taunt. An actual bear rears up and looks at them. Legion bolts and does not want to be injured by a grizzly. Lets survivors know from out of stabbing distance of the bear.

[bless u anon for feeding my dbd crack needs. you didn’t say which legion you wanted so have some rat boy frank!]

swearing ahead! also ooc but what else is new lol

Frank VS bear: ficlet/crack

Seeing the mist fade as he’s teleported into a trial, the familiar chilly mountain air seeps though Frank’s mask. He spins his knife and hums in content, glancing around at the grounds of the ski lodge he knows like the back of his hand.

“Fuck yeah, home advantage,” Frank grins to himself, starting the trek through the thin layer of snow towards the far side of the map where his annoying little survivor prey usually spawn.

He cuts through a jungle gym, slowing down once he spots something through the window. Is that a fucking fur jacket? Frank suppresses a snicker while imagining which of the survivor pricks the new outfit belongs to. Maybe bird boy wanted to look even more like a caveman? Or the sleazy gambler thought it’d go well with his trashy fucking sequin pants?

He doesn’t get any answers, as the person doesn’t seem to be moving, just crouching a ways off from the window trying to hide. He knows his heartbeat range is tiny, courtesy of the Doc’s teachings, so maybe the fucker has spine chill? Frank sidesteps the wall, walking backwards around the corner so as not to alert the skittish survivor.

“Hey fuckface, the 50′s called--” Frank taunts, finally turning around and raising his knife, ready to surprise the living shit out of--

Frank’s grin drops as he comes face to face with a fucking bear holy fucking shit! The bear growls before standing up on its hind legs and roaring--

Frank nearly shits his pants and scurries through the window in a frenzy, dropping his weapon while fumbling through the opening in a panic. He bolts out of the jungle gym, sprinting towards the other side of the map as fast as his legs will carry him.

His heart is pounding in his ears and he has no idea if the bear is following him. Frank braves a glance over his shoulder and-- “Shit!” --trips over some inconveniently placed rubble, landing flat on his face in the snow with his mask falling off from the impact and sliding away on the icy ground. Fuck! Fuck! Frank looks up, frantically trying to spot the animal chasing him, but ends up freezing from mortification instead.

Not even five feet to his side, three survivors are crouching beside a generator, having stopped dead in their repairs to stare at him with varying levels of disbelief. For a few painful seconds Frank just awkwardly stares back at the familiar faces of fellow Ormondian Jeff, that tired bitch, Quentin, and wannabe Oprah--Jane? The silence is uncomfortable as nobody moves a muscle, the only sound being the slow putter from the generator.

“AHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Quentin, the little shit, finally bursts out and actually doubles over from laughter beside the machine. Frank feels his rage flare up and fuck that bitch is getting stabbed-- “Hey kid, you alright?” Jeff offers and approaches Frank, extending a hand to help the other up. Frank snaps out of it and springs to his feet, reminded of the impending doom of the bear chasing him. “Bear! BEAR!!!” Frank yells, grabbing the bearded man by the shoulders and shaking him violently. “Stop insulting him, you homophobic piece of--” Jane starts angrily, forcefully yanking Frank off of the artist. “No you dumb bitch, an actual grizzly! It almost fucking ate me!” Frank explains in panic, slapping at the woman’s arm until she lets him go. “What the heck are you on about??” Jane demands, rubbing at her arm where Frank landed a decent punch. “He’s probably tripping,” Quentin deadpans, having recovered from his laughing fit and now back on the generator. “You know, on more than his own feet,” he adds, snickering. “Shut the fuck up Smith--” ”Where did you see the bear?” Jeff asks with a serious tone, placing a calming hand on Frank’s shoulder. Frank recoils away from the touch in disgust. ”On the other side of the lodge, near... I think by the snow cannon,” Frank explains, wracking his panicked brain for information. ”Would you show me?” Jeff asks. ”Hell no! I ain’t getting eaten!” Frank protests angrily. ”Like it'd want your skinny ass anyway,” Quentin quips. Frank whips around, ready to throw fists, when Jeff fucking touches him again ugh-- ”We’ll try to spot it from the lodge balcony where it’s safe,” Jeff explains, reassuring hand on Franks bicep and shooting a warning look Quentin’s way. ”Jeff why are you humoring him? Surely it’s a trap,” Jane demands, hands on her hips and giving Frank the stink eye. ”Can’t you see how scared he is?” Jeff argues. ”I’m not fucking scared--” Frank starts, blood boiling and face heating up in embarrassment. “You guys work on the gens on this side while we check it out,” Jeff again interrupts his tantrum, leading Frank to the lodge with a strong grip on his arm. Frank doesn’t protest (much), kind of glad to be rid of the two bitches by the gen.

He follows Jeff to the second floor of the lodge, and soon they’re looking around for the bear from the balcony. Frank spots it, almost at the exact same location as before, frantically pulling at Jeff’s sleeve and pointing at the animal.

“Holy shit,” Jeff says, astonished. “Why did the entity put a bear here?” “I don’t fucking know! What the fuck are we gonna do?? I can’t kill you or the bear, I dropped my knife earlier!" Frank rambles angrily. “I don’t think you’re supposed to kill anything,” Jeff says, thoughtful. “You know, there’s only three of us in the trial today.” Before Frank has an opportunity to demand what the fuck Jeff is on about, the man says something that makes his blood run cold: ”I think the bear is the killer. And you’re... a survivor.” “Bull-fucking-shit I’m a pussy survivor!” Frank protests angrily. “And even if I was--which I’m not... why?” “Entity parenting?” Jeff suggests. “It’s probably sick of you being a brat.” “I fucking hate you,” Frank says, giving his dirtiest glare. “The second I get my knife back--” “Sure kid,” Jeff says and has the audacity to smile. “Now let’s go find the others.”

They find Quentin and Jane on a different generator than before. Jeff explains the situation, causing Quentin to, predictably, burst out in laughter.

“It’s not fucking funny--” Frank hisses. “Oh my god I’m so done with this entity bullshit,” Jane sighs tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What am I even supposed to do!?” Frank demands, crossing his arms and staring at the trio with barely concealed hatred. “You’re supposed to help us out with wholesome magical teamwork!” Quentin beams, clearly getting off on his misery. “Or y’know, get mauled to death by the grizzly. Your choice.” “Quentin, stop picking a fight and show Frank how to fix the gen. Me and Jane will handle the ones that are closer to the bear,” Jeff decides. “Fuck no I ain’t staying with this cunt!” Frank exclaims, mortified. “Works for me,” Quentin shrugs, ignoring Frank and merely offering a wave as Jeff and Jane take off.

After Frank reluctantly listens to Quentin’s half-assed instructions and crouches down to touch the generator in disgust, the annoying teen thankfully shuts up. For a while Frank tries his best to stay focused on the machine, his leg jumping in pent-up energy as his thoughts flutter between the threat of the bear, his rage for the entity’s stunt, the uncertainty of what’s to come after this trial--

“Motherfucker!” Frank curses at the machine as it explodes under his hands. “You know,” Quentin says absently, not even acknowledging his failure. “You should ditch the fugly mask more often. Makes you almost tolerable to look at,” he challenges with a smirk. “Maybe you should have it, fuck knows you need it more with a mug like that,” Frank shoots back without missing a beat, ducking behind the generator to hide a grin. His foot stops twitching and he realizes it’s much easier to focus when he has someone to banter with.

Later, when the stupid generators are done and there’s no sign of the bear, they regroup with Jeff and Jane (ugh) in an already opened exit. Frank grimaces as Jeff tries to give him some cringy heartfelt compliment, before flipping Jane off when the woman tries to start an apology. Jane huffs in annoyance while Jeff merely chuckles, leading Jane into the exit, both of them disappearing into the void.

“I wonder what’s gonna happen once you get out,” Quentin muses, leaning against the gate panel and not seeming in any hurry to leave. “You think this was a one-off?” “I sure fucking hope so,” Frank mutters, not eager to repeat this dumb practical joke of the entity. “You didn’t actually do terrible today, rat boy,” Quentin quips with a grin. “Says the raccoon,” Frank mutters, turning away as he feels his neck heating up from a single half-assed compliment. Where’s his fucking mask when you need it?? “Eh, raccoons are kinda cute. I’ll take it,” Quentin says, thankfully ignoring his embarrassment. “More like stinky and a pain in the ass.” ”None of those are mutually exclusive,” Quentin jokes, before looking back into the snowy map in thought. “Going back for your mask still?” he asks, with barely concealed... worry? ”Nah, Susie’ll make another,” Frank remarks, ignoring the other’s sudden interest in his well-being. “Maybe you should do this more often,” Quentin says. “Get rid of the mask and, y’know, stabbing. Might even make some friends.” “I don’t need friends,” Frank scoffs. He has his Legion, why would he want to play family with the survivors?

Quentin--smirks?--which is definitely not the reaction Frank was anticipating. Frank suddenly realizes he’s been standing way too close to Quentin for acceptable bro-range and the other is looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Frank feels his face heat up and an insult dies on his tongue. Quentin opens his mouth to say something, but seems to notice something behind Frank as his eyes go comically wide.

“FUCK, THE BEAR!!” Quentin yells and Frank bearly has time to turn around to see the massive animal come barreling towards them before Quentin is pulling on his jacket, making them both stumble and nearly trip over each other as they fall into the safety of the exit gate threshold.

[is frank a) a bi disaster b) terrible at making friends or c) all of the above? also where do i sign to let jeff adopt legion]

#frank morrison #quentin smith #morrismith #kinda #dbd legion #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #request #dweetwrites

[amphtaminedreams]

The Summer of Disappointment: Lookbook no.11

Hi to anyone reading,

Welcome to an exploration of one of my favourite combinations of activities: putting outfits together and moaning. Straight off the bat-this summer has been a shitty one. The pandemic has made 2020 a shitty year all round. My feelings are best summed up in this tweet by @25lambs (I love her account but this girl changes her @ every other week so it will probably have changed again by the time I post this):

The uncertainty of when life will return to some semblance of “normality” is the hardest part. I also feel like I lost a big chunk of my life to, well, being miserable basically, especially during my teen years and my plans to make up for that in my 20s has been potentially snatched away. That being said, in the grand scheme of things, I am very lucky. I still have a job and I haven’t lost anyone close to me, which are both hugely traumatic things that many people have had to go through as a result of the pandemic. I think being sad about how the pandemic has affected your life and also recognising that there are people who are facing a far greater amount of hardship than you are not mutually exclusive which is something people online tend to forget on a daily basis. I also thought we had longer, if that makes sense, like summer came and went in such a short space of time it almost feels like it hasn’t happened yet, and being the extremely anal individual I am, of course I had a load of outfits planned that I never got round to wearing-instead of sulking about what didn’t happen, I instead decided I’d make a bit of a lookbook out of those outfits as well as a kind of diary of what I did get round to wearing.

So that’s enough rambling from me! I’ll get on with it!

Looks 1-3

Depop has been my absolute favourite thing for the last few months. I gave up fast fashion around May and apart from a slip up or two, I’ve pretty much stuck to that since. That being said, I am clearly very into fashion and styling and so it’s been a hard transition to make (yes, first world problems IK, don’t bait me), especially with me being a compulsive shopper. Wanna know how to lose weight? The jig is up guys, switch from emotional eating to emotional shopping. I’m joking, nobody needs to lose any weight, but I am 100% someone who attempts to cure feeling like shit with some good old instant gratification, and Depop has filled my fast fashion void. My favourite purchases from the last few months include this tan faux suede jacket on the left I bought from Tash_Hall’s shop, and aside from that everything here is old. It makes me feel like I’m a background extra in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood and I’m into that. The movie was shit but the visuals were top tier.

-21/07/20-

(top handmade by sophieeee_1123 on Depop)

-30/09/20- 

(dress from maisiemainwaring on Depop, jacket from marinamcaleesex)

-18/09/20-

(top handmade by maddypageknitwear on Depop)

-25/07/20-

(cargo trousers from amber_thomson1 on Depop)

Looks 4-6

So I doubt anyone actually reads my fashion week reviews-I know everyone’s here for the pictures-but if you did, you’d know how much I wanted last season’s Erdem hats to happen off the runway. You know, the big boater ones that tie under the chin? Well, I got one off Ebay, as you can see on the left, I can confirm that in anything other than still life they look absolutely fucking ridiculous; I never ended up wearing mine outside the house because if I wore it for more than two seconds it would end up teetering to one side and slipping off my head, hence me trying to pass off holding it up as a fashion moment, lol. Maybe they are completely impractical, maybe I just have a big head (which is true), who knows. The beaded butterfly top however (from Depop but I can’t find the seller’s account anymore!), also on the left, was way more flattering on than I expected it to be and I am gutted I didn’t get to wear it out. If they’re right about a vaccine not being ready until July 2021 then it looks like next summer’s festival season will be cancelled too, but festival season 2022, this top is coming for ya. Optimism, you know. Other than that, the shorts are reworked Levis from Studsnstuff vintage on Ebay, which I have ALWAYS wanted and now irritatingly pair with absolutely everything and call it a look, and the two piece is stolen from my sister’s wardrobe, lol. Lastly, we have the sunhat, which reminds me of something my parents would’ve put me in when I was little and is totally adorable, from Happydais’ Depop store.

-28/07/20-

-12/07/20-

(top from tash2 on Depop, skirt from anishacassanova)

-27/08/20-

(skirt from mollie_morton on Depop)

-19/08/20-

(jeans from izziesanders on Depop)

-16/09/20-

Looks 6-10

Up there with my favourite Depop purchases of the summer is the striped corduroy trousers in the bottom right from Annasctx’s shop. I was desperate for some vintage trousers in this style but most resellers were, typically, charging extortionate prices for them, so it was a blessing to come across these for under £30. It sounds like a lot but they are a popular item on there at the moment so it’s a good price considering! Also from Depop is the red bodysuit from Alzaska’s store, the monogrammed headband from Jadexlaurenx’s store, and the PU flame print beret from House_of_erotique who do the most AMAZING custom pieces. I am waiting on a couple of things from them at the moment for an American Horror Story inspired lookbook I’m doing for halloween and I am buzzing to try them on! The bag I’m using here is my new go to-it’s a second hand Calvin Klein I found for THIRTY FUCKING POUND in a local charity shop! The woman at the tills told me that lots of people had gone to buy it and then put it back because it was too expensive which is insane! I know you go into a charity shop for cheap things but this bag was such a steal I have no idea how nobody just bit the bullet and bought it. Anyways, I’m not complaining because now it’s mine and I'm in love and I’m gonna try not to spill a monster energy drink on this one<3 

-26/08/20-

-18/08/20-

(suit from emmafisher3 on Depop)

-10/09/20-

-15/08/20-

So, that’s it for now! If you got to this point, thank you for reading! I’m sorry it’s not longer but I’m finding it really hard to motivate myself to write at the moment with everything going on-I’m only finishing this now because it’s 3:30AM and my friend’s cat that I’m looking after is keeping me awake and I’m too much of a softy to shut it out the bedroom. London has just gone into tier 2 lockdown which means I can’t visit my sister or my friends up there, and they’re not allowed to travel down here either. I get it needs to be this way and that we have to make sacrifices, but that’s not to say it isn’t tough on a lot of people’s mental wellbeing. I was really beginning to get my shit together this year, lol! Oh well! Sorry 2021, messy bitch me is getting a sequel. I know, I hate her too.

With regards to what’s coming up on my page, I’m working on the American Horror Story lookbook I mentioned this week and then a (probably non-existent this year) party season lookbook following that. I do intend to do more mood boards and a summary of the S/S 2021 shows soon. I don’t know if I’ve got it in me to do a whole ass review at the moment so I might spice it up and do a tier ranking or rating out of 10 or something fun like that, but there will definitely be something within the next couple of months! I also thought it’d be cool to do a post on the style of some incredible black influencers who are sorely underappreciated on Instagram for Black History Month, but even if I don’t get it out in October, expect that at some point.

Thank you to anyone who read this and thank you in general for bearing with me! I really hope things look up from here but regardless, if we all work together and be considerate of others, we can get through this. I hope everyone is doing okay and as always, if you are struggling, my inbox is always open. Post suggestions are welcome too, as well as feedback as long as it’s not *too* mean. A bitch is sensitive atm. 

Stay safe!

Lauren x

#fashion #lookbook #styling #outfits #grunge #grunge fashion #summer #style #fashion blogger #ootd #sustainable fashion #depop #vintage #sustainability #style blogger #details #secondhand #handmade #reworked #reclaimed vintage #look #summer2020

[miraculous-mare]

Hi everyone! I'm Imbri, I made this sideblog earlier this month when I got super into MLB and DCU from a more fanfic-esque perspective and wanted to try my hand at fic writing. I've since been pretty sick and I'm only just getting better, so I wanted to throw some possible story arcs and headcanons on here so I could preserve them somewhere and hold myself accountable for writing them. If this gets long I'll make separate posts but for now enjoy my tired ramblings

1. To All the Vigilantes I've Loves Before (TALTBILB AU)

We're starting with a fluffier one bc I'm in that kind of mood. You know how in To all the boys Lara Jean writes her letters when she has a huge crush? To her, the letters are a way to immortalize that feeling, to preserve it forever. She locks her love away until she wants to acknowledge it again, preserving it and ensuring her feelings are never tainted by the reality of these people. I don't think Marinette would do that. No, Marinette gets too caught up in the rosy side of love, especially when she's younger. She doesn't need a constant reminder of the good things about her crushes, she needs to be reminded of the bad, of the harsh reality of these people. Young Marinette dives in too deep too fast with Adrien, ignores his character in favor of her fantasy, and she never forgets how much it hurt. So in a moment of clarity, when he tells her not to stand up to Lila and abandons her, she writes him a letter. It's not mean, or attacking, and she doesn't intend to send it (she still addresses and stamps it, of course, because she's extra like that, and makes sure not to seal it so she can reread it, but she plans to keep it locked away). It's just an honest reflection on how he's not who she thought he was. How her affection for him was toxic, how she can't go back to being the Marinette who's obsessed with him, but he will always be the first boy she ever loved. Loved, past tense. And she intends to keep it that way.

Luka is the next one to get a letter. She writes his in the middle of the night. She couldn't sleep, had randomly decided to design a new stage outfit for him, and was quite impressed with her work until she found herself coloring his eyes green and his hair blond. She stops herself before she adds black cat ears, but the damage is done. Mari realizes he had always been a distraction for her, that she was trying to use his affection to bounce back from heartache. She rereads her letter to adrien before taking out a clean sheet of paper. Luka's letter is about how she can't hold on to love or the idea of a relationship so as to ignore her feelings and her hurt. She writes about how she was lucky to make new friends when her class turned her back on her, but she was trying too hard to pretend nothing had changed. Luka was filling the void Adrien had left, and marinette knew that she couldn't fall back on her unhealthy habits. She mentions that she still loves Luka, of course she does, but not like that, never like that. The next day, she tells him, in no uncertain terms, that he means a lot to her, really, and she doesn't want to lead him on, but he's honestly just a friend. Luka smiles and hugs her and tells her that's fine, and they remain close.

Chat noir gets his own letter when she starts to see herself with him but he won't stop flirting. She writes that as much as she can get caught up in the daydreams of their superhero power couple, he never wants to give her space or let her figure anything out. When they defeat hawkmoth and she finds out who he is, she pens an short paragraph about how hypocritical it was of him to tell her to back off Lila and let things work themselves out while being so insistent in his relationship with ladybug. She puts all three letters into one envelope and seals it. She knows now she can never love Adrien, that she will never look at him the same. She's learned her lesson, and she wants to leave this chapter in the past.

As Marinette grows up, finishes high school and her Guardian studies, as she gets her business degree, the pile of letters only grows. But Mari has become too hurt, too cautious with her heart. Her letters, once testaments to her growth and maturity, are now filled with excuses. Too scared to let anything develop into more than a basic crush, she pens a letter every time she lets her guard down, every time she feels even a sliver of non-platonic affection for anyone, and stashes it away with the rest of her unresolved feelings.

When she pins Kim down for a second too long during one of their sparring matches, she writes that she cannot jeopardize their friendship. They train together less frequently after that.

When she finds herself laughing too hard at her seatmate's whispered jokes in Intro to Business, she reasons that they're probably a player and sits somewhere else from then on.

On a visit to Paris, she loses herself in Kagami's eyes and her letter is about how stupid it is to even try long distance. So on and so forth, until her letters are nothing but quick notes and her reasons become meaningless.

This post is too long so I'm gonna rush through the next bits I'm sorry. She finally moves to Gotham, opens up a little boutique, and ladybug accepts an invitation to join the League. Soon after, she meets the Robins (it's hard not to come in contact when everyone enjoys jumping off the same rooftops in the dead of night), and she has a new, albeit secondary, team/family (because of course they know each other's identities).

At this point, Marinette has over twenty letters, all wrapped in twine and stuffed into a small box she keeps at the back of her closet. Her kwami try to push her to date again, insist this terrible habit needs to be broken, but she insists she's fine alone. Most are okay with this, but Plagg and Trixx? Not so much. One day, while she's down in her Atelier in the middle of a fitting, they rifle through the box, pick out a single letter, and convince kaalki to (begrudgingly) open up a portal straight into someone's PO Box (p sure Plagg used cataclysm by himself once so it's possible. If not let's ignore that and pretend it is lmao). Tikki is not impressed, but she doesn't do anything to stop them either.

It's three days later when Marinette finds out it's missing, a flirty encounter with red hood sending her rifling through her stash for Jason Todd's name. She needs to remind herself that he's too much of a bad boy, too flirty, too dark, that she’s too close to the bats to ruin it with feelings. She decides she misplaced it until Jason stops by her flat two days later, letter in hand.

Now, Jason technically comes over to confront Marinette, but he’s not sure about what, exactly. she seemed to have liked him at some point, but was convinced it wouldn’t work out. Part of him wants to prove her wrong, part of him is wondering why she’s so mistrusting to have written him off so soon. Marinette, upon seeing her letter, panics, but she ends up having to explain everything. Jason isn’t sure if he should be more concerned that literal gods have decided to take her relationship into their own tiny hands or that she’s so scared of loving she’s got this stash of letters about nearly everyone in her life. Eventually he convinces her to pull them out, and Jason is so shocked by the sheer number of them that he almost wants to wrap her in his arms and show her that love isn’t all bad. Instead, he slips and offers to help set her up on dates, and before they know it they have a contract: he’ll plan a new blind date for her, with anyone from one of the open letters, every two weeks. She promises to go in open-minded and do her best to actually make it work. In exchange, he’ll model for her newest line (something she’s been begging him to do for ages). When she says the contract is all in her favor, he throws in that she can be his date to the Wayne Christmas Party at the end of the year. They shake on it, and the pieces begin to fall into place.

Cue six months of a heavily pining Jason setting Marinette up on dates she progressively wants to go on less and less. Cue them meeting for fittings and clothe designs in Marinette’s atelier and grabbing coffee together. Marinette starts to open up to the possibility of love, but with Jason, who’s obviously not interested or else why would he still be setting her up on dates? it’s all incredibly messy and complicated and a little angsty but just a ton of fun.

Idk I feel like this idea low-key sucks now that I’ve written it out so uhhh let me know what you guys think? I have other ideas but I’m gonna put them into other posts bc this is too long as is. 

#maribat #mlb x dc #jasonette #to all the boys au #my writing #Imbri rants about fictional characters

[galaxy-otter]

Self Insert Handplates Bittybones Story- ACT FOUR- Troubling Would be an Understatement

Your POV-

You ran down the hall, practically jittering with excitement. You opened the door to your guest bedroom a bit and whispered, "Guys? I have someone I want you to meet." Two small heads perked up at your voice. 

You gave them a smile and 2-P smiled back, "HELLO Y/N! WHO IS THIS PERSON?"

"Uh, he hasn't given me his name yet. He has, like, a crack running down his face. A lab coat. Other stuff." Alright, you didn't really like the reaction they gave you at the 'lab coat' description. 

They both tensed, and 2-P spoke, "DO WE UH, HAVE TO MEET HIM?"

"Well, no, but he IS gonna be staying here for a while. Like, a LONG while, but no, you don't." You heard a sigh of relief come from the boys and you trecked down the hall in disappointment. Turning the corner, you leaned against the wall of the kitchen. "Uh, well, they're a little shy right now, so no meet up. But, for now, why don't you rest a bit. Don't think I don't see those bags under your eyesockets, mister." You wagged your fingers in a playful motion, causing the skeleton to roll his eyes. 

He got up and looked over the counter, "Uh, I can't get down."

"Oh, shit, sorry dude. Do you want me to carry you there or...?"

He gave a slight nod and you scooped him up in your hands. Passing the guest bedroom, you turned and stepped foot into your room. Placing him on your bed, you gave a small 'huff,' "Make yourself at home, dude! I'll be in my office if you need me. Have a good nap, little dude!" 

Gaster's POV-

Gaster curled up the best he could with the ache in his nonexistent stomach. Why... why was this human so nice to him!? All of the other humans were absolute garbage to him, even before he was small! Speaking of which, why was he even small in the first place? What happened to him and the subjects? All he remembers before was him staring at the camera in the bo- subject's cell. 

...

....

.....

White, everything was white. He was big again, staring at what seen like an endless white void. It, in fact, WAS an endless, white void. He walked, and he walked, and he walked until he couldn't anymore. Collapsing to the ground, he sighed. There really was no end to this void, was there? This was what he deserved, in a way. He had done terrible things, to CHILDREN, no less. No... it was for the good of the underground. He said he was going to get them all out of there and he MEANT IT. All he was was a mistake. No one cares about him... no one... no on-

"Hello?"

What appeared in front of him was a human. ANOTHER human. She wore round glasses and a red scarf with a tear around her neck. She had what appeared to be a scar on her left cheek, with a blue hoodie and grey sweat pants to go along with it. She was barefoot and appeared to be a child. He gained the courage and spoke, "W-Where am I, human?"

"You're, uh, in the anti void. You're kinda dreaming right now. Still with that other human, small, and asleep." 

She reached her hand out, but he slapped it away, "I can get up on my own."

"I... okay, I guess."

Gaster got up and dusted himself off, eyeing the human as he did so. Now, with regained stamina, he started walking again, with the human behind him. "Why are you following me, human?" 

"To make sure you don't get lost!" She gave him a smile, but he scoffed at it. What did she want? All humans want SOMETHING from monsters, that was how it always was and always will be with the two races. 

"What are your motives?"

The human tilted her head, then smirked, "Not gonna ask me my name first?" Gaster kept glaring, and she giggled, "I'm just teasing, all in good fun. I don't have motives, and my name is Twiggy, by the way. You can call me Twigs, though." She held out her hand, and he reluctantly took it.

"All humans have motives, you MUST have something you must want from me."

She shrugged, "No, but a certain someone wanted me to say he missed you. He wishes to see you again, you know." 

Gaster narrowed his eyesockets at her, "Who are you talking about?"

Twiggy tapped her chin a few times, "He really big, and goopy. Has a skull face and a whole bunch of bones sprawled over him. Ring a bell to ya?"

Gaster's face drained, more so than he ever thought possible, "How do you know him?"

Again, Twiggy just shrugged it off like it was no big deal, "Spooked me by nipping the back of my shirt. Told me to tell you that, nudged me, and left."

He nodded, trying to wrap his skull around that sudden information. 

"Oh! Also, there's someone I would like you to meet. Follow me." She motioned for him to follow and he did. The anti void seemed to get darker and darker until it was just a void. A white, sitting figure sat, head to the floor.

The figure turned and spoke, "Twigs, is that you?"

Twiggy ran over to them and gave them a hug, "Swap! I want to meet someone!"

"I don't know this place like you do, but I'm PRETTY sure that there's no one... out... there." 'Swap' stared at Gaster for a solid minute, then put her hands around her mouth, "Oh my goodness, your from the original Handplates universe." Swap got up and ran over to Gaster and put her hands on his shoulders, causing him to tense. "I have a friend that lives there. Do you know Maple? Well, if so, I'm kinda an alternate version of her. Oh goodness, I'm rambling again. Sorry about that, I've just never been to the original universe before. I'm Swap, if you... already hadn't known that." She put her hand out and Gaster took it. 

Gaster sighed, "So you're a version of Maple? You... kind of look like me though."

"I'm kind of you AND Maple. I'm from SwapPlates. Everyone's roles are swapped. For example, Alphys is captain of the royal guard instead of Undyne, and I'm swapped with you! The only people who aren't swapped are the brothers. I... created them in my AU, but I didn't DO anything to them. It's kinda a MercyPlates situation. I have a wife, her name is Insanity. She's from DustPlates, has a high LV. See?" She showed her hand to reveal a blue and orange ring with tiny bones carved into it. "She had it made to represent Sans and Papyrus, or 1-S and 2-P in your case, isn't that thoughtful? She also got me this." Gaster let out a small gasp as she showed the subjects handplates. It looked to be 1-S and 2-P's handplates, half of each, put together to form one. It now read WDG-1P. 

"How did you-"

"Insanity gave it to me for my birthday last year, won't tell me how she made it or got it. Do you know?"

Gaster shook his head. He was lying, of course, he knew exactly how this Insanity person got it. The only way she could have got it was killing... the brothers... he didn't want to think about that right now. 

Swap's voice shattered his train of thought, "Are you okay? You don't seem to be handling this very well."

"I... am just not used to the lack of color, that is all." He looked at Swap, "Why are you two even here?"

"I go here to smoke, but Twiggy just goes here to relax. Queen Toriel would be pretty mad if she found out I was smoking, heh."

He looked at the black floor, then had a thought, "Is there a way that you two can make me big again?" 

Swap pondered for a bit, then perked up and smiled, "Yea, I think so, but I need someone to help. Follow me!" He followed her through what seemed like an endless loop. Black, white, black, white, it just kept going. During a white transition, however, he saw a familiar figure laying down, supposedly asleep. He backed up on impulse and Swap turned to look at him, "Are you ok?" He shut his eyes and nodded. She smiled, "He not gonna hurt you," she pointed to herself, "Not on my watch!" She walked over to the sleeping figure and lightly shook his skull, "Void, wake up, I need a favor." Void grumbled and nudged his head on her cleavage. Swap pushed him away, "Stop that and get up already."

"Alright, alright," Void sighed, "What is it Swap?" Before she could answer, however, Void had caught sight of Gaster. Gaster tensed more and more until he was eye level with the figure, "My oh my, what do we have here? Docter WD Gaster, in the void? Fall into the CORE already, huh?" 

Swap put her hands in front of Void, "No, he has not. He was shrunk and placed in a different universe by Author-Chan and we need you to change him back."

Void smiled, like a sadistic freak, "That... can be arranged..."

Author-Chan is me for you confused peeps. 

A cliffhanger! Never thought I'd do one of those.  Just a hint though, none of this will be NSFW! I don't swing that way when I write fanfics, so don't expect anything like that. Expect warnings, though. Warnings like self-harm, depression, stuff like that. Oops, did I give another hint about MC? My bad! Enjoy guys! :)

#handplates #self insert bittybones handplates story #bittybones #handplates remodeled #twiggy #void #swap!maple #undertale #handplates au #reversed insanity #fanfic #cliffhanger

[star-gamerxox]

AfterDeath; Dark Angel

December day 9

This story is the original idea for Sheltered Soul, a fanfiction that I absolutely adore. I'll link said fanfiction at the bottom but I wrote this oneshot early march. Soon after, the story Sheltered Soul arrived...

It's really bad and in my old crappy writing style but I still like it.

So enjoy;

Geno curled up in the blank space that was the save screen. He hated it there. Usually he was alone. The only time he had visitors was when Reaper came over or Reaper dropped off their son. Sadly that was a rare occurrence.

“Geno?” Geno looked up and his eyes darted around before he groaned loudly. He was sick and tired of that sort of stuff. He was almost positive that he was going insane from the loneliness and Reaper wasn’t coming back for who knows how long.

“Why. I see why they like you. Heh. Poor Reaper. He just led me to the glitch he had worked so hard to hide from me.” Geno looked up and saw Error looking down at him. Geno yelped and tried back away in a panic.

“Awe you look so panicked. Did you know that Reaper calls you his mate? Whether he means mate as is date mate or soulmate, he still calls you such. It’s disgusting to see him with such a glitch like you.” Error wrapped the dying skeleton in his strings and Geno desperately tried to escape.

“Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” Geno yelled. 

What happened next, Geno couldn’t tell if it was a good or a bad thing. Reaper took that moment to send their son through a portal into the save screen. Goth proceeded to scream which sent Reaper leaping through the portal as well. Geno felt the strings tighten around his soul for a moment before loosening enough for him to escape. Sadly, the strings wrapped themselves around Goth and the boy's soul. 

Geno was free but now the destroyer of worlds has his son.

“Goth!” Geno felt himself fall forward before turning back to Error.

“Please! Kill me! Just don’t hurt Goth!” Geno begged but the destroyer laughed.

“Even better, I have good ol’ Reaper beg for both your lives. That should be fun to watch.” Error wrapped Geno up again and Reaper stood in shock. Both his son and mate could die at any moment. Both could die while he stood there in shock. Reaper hated it.

“Error! Let them go!” Reaper shouted and the destroyer laughed.

“Awe. You know that’s not gonna work.” Error tightened the strings. Geno stayed quiet but Goth started to cry at the new grip on his soul.

“Dad! Dad help!” Goth sobbed. Reaper felt panic rise in him before he moved closer to the destroyer.

“What do you want me to do? Beg on my knees? Cry? What? I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything, just don’t kill them!” He nearly sobbed and Error smirked.

“Beg maybe? Fight? Entertain me Reaper.” Error smirked. Reaper looked back at his struggling Mate and sobbing child.

“Do you wanna fight? Me to beg? I’ll do anything but you have to let them go in advance. If we fight you may tighten the strings during the fight. Please release them. I’m begging on my knees, please, please, please!” He kneeled in front of the destroyer, his entire body quivering. Error smirked and snapped his fingers. Both white clad skeletons dropped to the floor. Geno rushed to his son and lifted him up. Goth clung to his mother and began to cry.

“Go to Ink, Geno. I’ll be there as soon as this is over.” Reaper whispered and Geno nodded. Goth tried to push to his father and it made his ‘mother’ scoop him back up.

“Goth sweetheart, let’s go see Palette and his parents okay? Daddy will be there soon.” He whispered and Goth nodded and allowed his mother to carry him out into a portal.

“Since when could that glitch leave the save screen?” Error snarled.

“Since we realized that it’s nearly impossible for someone to die in the Anti-Void and Doodlesphere.” Reaper smirked as he pulled his scythe out. He swung it at Error who darted to the side.

“If he can leave so easily, then why do you leave him in here all the time?” Error smirked.

“Because he needs Goth with him. Goth is his son, meaning they share some coding, meaning it can stabilize Geno,” Reaper answered. “That and he can’t stay out for more than a day without more damage,” that answer made Error growl. In response Reaper laughed and dodged some strings.

“You can’t kill me so whatcha gonna do?” He hummed and Error groaned.

“I’ll tire you out then send you to your au. Maybe I’ll even lock up this one so Geno can’t come back. Fight me until you're too exhausted to stand and I might not.” Error hummed and Reaper nodded blankly.

“Will Mr.Reaper be okay?” Palette sat next to a now asleep Goth.

“I hope so buddy.” Geno hummed and Palette smiled before looking at his friend who, at 6 years old and a few months younger than Palette, was fast asleep against the couch in Inks ‘home’.

“He better be. Gothy will cry if he’s not and I don’t want that.” He huffed and Dream smiled from his spot in the doorway.

“I bet you don’t. Let’s get you two to bed. Do you think Goth wants the top or bottom bunk?” Dream asked his son who looked extremely thoughtful for a moment before his eyes lit up.

“Top bunk! He always loves floating down in the mornings!” He laughed and Dream nodded as he scooped up Goth. Palette didn’t complain about not being picked up and followed his mother up the stairs.

“Are you doing okay Geno?” Ink asked as soon as Dream had pulled the kids out of earshot.

“No. I’m not… Ink I’m terrified.” Geno finally allowed himself to start crying. Ink rushed towards him.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down! Error can’t kill Reaper because he’s from an original au so he’s safe. I promise. All he can do is exhaust him and injure him. Reaper will live.” Ink whispered and Geno leaned away and shook his head.

“That makes no sense! Error was trying to kill me! You said I’m the original Geno so why would he try and kill me?” He snapped and Ink nearly jumped away from the angry permanently dying skeleton.

“Y-you don’t know? I thought you knew- he was-“ Ink began rambling when a portal opened and Reaper stumbled through. Error followed out too.

“You're free for no original. Just know that I will kill you one day.” Error hissed before leaving.

“Error was from the first AfterTale copy.” Ink whispered. It hit Geno like a brick and he stumbled backwards, his eyes wide.

“Geno!” Reaper ran to his side before Geno completely collapsed. He opened his mouth to say something before his eye sockets closed.

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“Geno!” A portal from one save screen to another opened up and a copy of himself with glasses jumped through.

“You're Geno too.” The original hummed and the copy laughed.

“Yea but you're the original. I’m called V2 for a reason, dummy.” He laughed. Geno stood up and lightly flicked the others forehead.

“Yea but I shouldn’t be called Geno too. What should I be called?” Geno pushed his copy, V2, his little brother, down onto the ground. He sat next to him and V2 grinned.

“Then I’ll call you Gen! It’s simple and it's like Genesis, like the first!” V2 grinned and Geno- Gen or Genesis- grinned and nodded.

“That sounds great V2. Now we gotta figure out a different name for you and V3. Speak of V3, where is our ‘brother’?” Genesis asked and V2 shrugged.

“Probably dealing with his own issues. Anyway, did you meet the creator? What’s he like?” V2 moved closer and Gen, like most nights when they would meet up and talk, began to tell his stories of his time in the multiverse. 

He could leave the save screen for short periods of time but he always had to come back within an hour because he’d start to dust. The first couple times, the other Geno’s began to panic. That was the first time V2 called him his brother. Gen decided after that, that he was their older brother, the eldest of 3 AfterTale sans’.

“Guys! I’m here!” V3 ran into the save screen and both others started laughing. V3 pouted before laughing as well.

“Hey three! Oh by the way, V2 decided I should be called Gen and or Genesis.” Gen hummed. V3 -who they usually just called Three- grinned.

“I like it!”

“Ink you're going crazy! Our multiverse isn’t endless!” Gen balled his fists.

“If anything happens, it will just be a few copies affected, no biggie. Copies aren’t a priority AfterTale sans.” Ink hummed and Genesis felt anger build in his throat until ReaperTale Sans -his datemate who had recently proposed to become his soulmate- grabbed his arm. ReaperTale sans, who preferred to go by Reaper, knew about his ‘brothers’ and simply pulled him into a hug.

“Gen don’t-“ 

“MY COPIES ARE MY BROTHERS YOU ASSHOLE!” Genesis snapped and Ink turned in shock.

“AfterTale sans-“

“Please don’t call him that. His brothers named him Genesis.” Reaper tried to keep Gen in his arms. 

“You two can’t be serious. I told you all not to get attached.” Ink snapped and Genesis laughed bitterly.

“Oh smart, how smart you are. It’s not like AfterTale sans’ aren’t stuck in the save screen which, might I mention, blends with copies save screens. I’ve known them since before I met you. Hell, V2’s been begging to meet you and Three has been trying to leave the save screen for a month!” Gen snapped and Reaper gave up on trying to hold him back. Instead he just hid his face in Genesis’ neck. Ink scoffed and soon Genesis was shoved back into the save screen by an angry Reaper who had begun arguing with Ink.

Gen didn’t know how they started arguing.

He didn’t remember when he passed out.

How long had he been in the Anti-Void?

When had the hour passed?

Why did he feel like he was dying again?

Where were his brothers?

Oh god his brothers. He couldn’t find the copies, couldn’t feel them. His brothers! His brothers! Where were his brothers?

“Gen!” A voice called and Genesis, in his fuzzy state, saw Reaper carrying Three. Was that actually three? He didn’t look like three. He was so colorful, he wasn’t Three, was he?

“Three? Reaper?” Genesis whispered and Three pushed himself out of Reapers arms.

“How long has it been since the collapse?” Three asked and Reaper frowned.

“A couple years. Ink locked the au and Gen must have nearly died. He hasn’t been fully awake. I’ve tried to get here but he wasn’t awake enough to let me in.” Reaper hummed and Three nodded.

“Three… your alive…” Gen reached out and his youngest brother rushed to him.

“Genesis… my god your alive… I- I’m not Three anymore. They call me Fresh.” Three -no, Fresh- whispered and Genesis called against his baby brother.

“Alive. I’ll call you alive and be thankful I can.” 

They didn’t see V2. Gen wouldn’t ever see V2 as his little brother. He wouldn’t remember V2 or Three soon. Genesis would end up dying during a hunt for V2. He would hear his younger brother's glitchy voice call for him. He would know it was Error, but then those memories would fade. Those memories would disappear.

Genesis awoke. He was Geno again. He didn’t remember being called Genesis. He wouldn’t remember V2 or Three. He wouldn’t remember being with Reaper. He would only remember what was drilled into the minds of every AfterTale sans.

“Who are you?” Geno asked as Ink introduced Reaper. Ink had always felt guilty. He hadn’t actually meant to collapse the copies. He locked AfterTale in an attempt to save all three Geno’s.

“I-I’m Reaper. Nice to meet you.” Reaper stood in front of Geno.

“And- I-I’m Fresh! What’s up brosef?” Fresh pushed forward and Geno laughed softly.

“Hello Fresh, Reaper, nice to meet you both.”

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“M-my brother! You ass!” Geno sat up and glared at Ink who smiled.

“Well that’s rude but yes.”

Geno sat against Reaper as he retold what he had remembered to both Goth and Palette who listened excitedly.

“That sounds so cool momma! Was that mean man really your brother?” Goth asked and Geno, with a grin, pulled his son onto his lap and nuzzled his forehead.

“Of course. He’s not really mean, I think he’s just upset.” Geno hummed and Goth smiled at his mother.

“Do you think, if he tried to get to know me, that he would like me?” Goth asked as he left Palette's side, climbing into Geno’s lap.

“I’m almost positive he would Goth…” Geno kissed his son's skull before looking up at Reaper.

“It’s gonna take time but we will fix this all.” Reaper whispered

Word count: 2134.

And if you guys wanna see more about this storyline but differently put together, you can find Sheltered Soul here.

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Beep boop, I’m stuck on the chicken coop

[ Is extreme loneliness a tw ? I’m kind of vulgar sometimes too sorry] i’m she/her, you may call me Evelyn.

To Rantaro Amami & Nagito Komaeda.

I’m writing it on the spot so maybe what I will say won’t make sense sometimes but to get into it  I just feel emptiness and loneliness since maybe i’m 12 and i will turn 18 in few days. Ikr it’s pathetic. It’s not like i don’t have friends or don’t know how to make ones, I even find surprising the number of peoples that want to befriend me without i do anything but I definitely can’t keep them in the long run and I’m tired of this shit.

all i know is destroying and bring chaos, i can’t take care of my relationship and myself properly by giving love and affection the way it’s supposed to be because of the dumb tsundere i am, my trust issues and how i’ve been educated. I constantly feel like my heart is sick as one of my friends text me, I feel like whatever i may say is trash cuz i have interest nobody cares and  im a weirdo and my life is weird as well and because of that I can’t even text back like a brat even for people i know really cares of me and push always further when i will respond to them and spoiler alert i never do. And it sucks even more cuz im mostly supposed to be that big sis friend. My trust issues does that i can’t totally open up to people anymore, i don’t want to be seen as weak, i don’t want to be a burden and they probably won’t understand or know what to do about me anyway. I rather ear others peoples problems, supress my feelings and put that clown mask i own so no one really know how i feel. Joke is that people usually think i’m someone accomplished, carefree and confident in myself. Knowing that just fill me with despair and make me think that maybe i will always be alone in this world. I keep pushing peoples away, i don’t know how to cop with my feelings, i’m hard to decrypt and i over analyze things, it’s settled if i don’t change. 

But this is also a piece of me and that loneliness did bring good things in my life that i don’t want to loose, i may be all by myself but I’ve never feel more generous and selfless to counterbalance that bad luck. i´ve been acoustumed to it, i’ve started to use that loneliness to concentrate on the things where i am successful, so making money, school and arts... and focus on things that makes me forget the pain, mangas, traveling, food...and all my 11037 others hobbies. 

The idea is that i explore everything the world had to offer for someone like me. That rather being loved and cherish i should act for all theses peoples burdened by theses relationship for the world, for the future, for the truth via everything i think is fine to have an impact on this earth.  But in the end I just can’t deal with that loneliness, i’ve realized that i’m the definition of touch starved and everything that does mean having little to no contact with others humans being that can exist. In the end all the hope i gather just fade. 

Thanks for reading me rambling.

Hey Evelyn, I dunno, I don't think that extreme loneliness is a tw kind of thing, but you never know. Hey, you don't have to apologize for being vulgar. We don't exactly have writing requirements for asks, that would just be kinda weird. Again, it's ok, I usually answer asks on the spot because that's when I have most of my ideas flowing. Don't worry, I think I'll be able to get the picture. Do you mean 17 instead of 12? I'm just gonna assume that's a typo. Alright, it's not pathetic. Any pain or issues you experience are not pathetic, ever. If it's causing you stress or pain, then it's not pathetic, it's a valid, legit thing that's going on in your life. I'm honestly glad to hear that you don't have any problems in the socializing/making friends department. So it's sounding like you're getting overwhelmed by the amount of people in your life, and that's completely understandable. I'm a major people pleaser, so I spend way too much of my time and energy trying to cater to way too many people at a time. Is this similar to what you're feeling? Either way, it's ok for you to keep people at a distance. You aren't obligated to get to know them if it's too much for you. Everyone has their limits, and that's ok. Do what's healthiest for you, just be nice if you're talking to them, and know that it doesn't have to go further than that.

Don't beat yourself down for not showing or giving affection in the "right" way. I'm seeing this more and more nowadays, everyone isn't always equipped to handle things the "right" way, and that's not your fault. You can't help how you were educated, that's out of your control. Trust issues are a serious thing, and you're not expected to just get over them. Yeah, it's possible for you to work on them, so I would try working with that a little. Be gentle and take it slow, you can move at your own pace. Don't call yourself dumb either, you're not. There's nothing wrong with being a tsundere, I mean unless you're actually attacking people you're interested in. That right there might be crossing a line, but other than that, I think you're fine.

Ok, it's ok if you don't feel like texting people back, that doesn't have to do with you being a bad person, you're not feeling it and that's ok. "Being left on read" has so many negative connotations with it, but in a lot of cases the person just doesn't have the social or emotional energy to answer. I'd try to answer eventually when you feel up to it, at least within a span of a day at the most, but if you're not feeling it in the moment, that's totally ok. Even if your friends aren't into the same interests you are, you aren't weird. I can understand feeling out of place, but I promise you you and your interests aren't weird. Your friends care about you even if they aren't into the same things you are. I recommend looking online for communities who are into the same things you are to fill that void if you want to, just be safe because the internet is a hellhole. Man anon, this next part sounds just like me. I do the same thing, play the big brother role, I don't open up, I don't wanna be a burden, I don't wanna be seen as weak, I'd rather ear other people's problems and the like. Hell, I've adopted like 20 different internet siblings. I wouldn't say I'm a clown, (hopefully) but I do get the mask thing. It's ok if you don't want to open up, no one's making you. If you feel comfortable doing so, then great! And if not, that's ok too. It's amazing that you're a person who's there to take care of others, but it's ok to worry about yourself too. It sounds ridiculous coming from me, I'm really not practicing what I preach, but if you need to worry about yourself over someone else, that's ok. It's also ok if you don't know how you're feeling.

Emotions are a train wreck, and everyone's trying to figure out what the hell's going on at one time or another. As strange as it sounds, it's a good thing that you're aware of the problems you have. Honestly you're right, it's settled if some of these changes don't happen, but you do have time to change things. It doesn't matter how much time has passed or how old you are, you still have time to work on things. It doesn't matter when you start, it matters that you start. Yeah, being alone isn't always a bad thing, I can totally agree on that. I'm glad you've found success in so many other places, that's amazing and I'm real proud of you. I'm really glad there's some silver lining for you, and you're clearly using it well. I think that it's important to know how to function on your own as well as with people, so you're halfway there in the grand scheme of things! Your idea of exploring the world is noble, I'll give you that, but you deserve to be loved and cherished just like everyone else in the  world. It's seriously ok to worry about yourself, it's not selfish and you do deserve it. It's ok, people aren't meant to be alone 24/7, what you're feeling is natural. You're right, you can gather all the hope in the world, but if you don't do anything for yourself, you will fade away. Sorry if that came out a little harsh, but I think you're right on that. Again, you seem super self aware about these kinds of things, and that's real good. You know what needs to happen to make changes, and while I wish I could be the one to guide you through that, I can't. This is stereotypical, but I think you should consider talking to a professional. They would be able to give you a little more guidance and the right support you need, and while it might be uncomfortable to think about, I really think it'll benefit you in the long run, if that makes sense.

Evelyn, you're really not a terrible person. You deserve so much, and I know you don't see that right now, but I'm hoping that some day you will. You're a great person who just needs to learn to extend the same amount of kindness you do to others to yourself. This response is long as hell, and I hope I was able to keep it making sense. It's totally ok if you were rambling, I think I am too. Again, I really hope that this was able to help you out. If you need anything else, feel free to send in another ask ok? You got this, I know it feels impossible and hopeless, but it's not. I know you can do this, all you gotta do now is convince yourself that you can.

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