#anyways dont look too close at his hands OR the birds. i did this thing while havingt he worst headache in my life

[doodles-in-sand]

got too tired to finish the inmf/afterpain illust today so celebratory doodle for cat man that took me half (haha) a day to finish so its not really a doodle

#milgram #milgram fanart #kazui mukuhara #anyways the funny spotlight scene change thing is something that i realise i use alot but in my defence. it looks cool as fuck #anyways dont look too close at his hands OR the birds. i did this thing while havingt he worst headache in my life #maybe ill do something like this for triage also if it hits a mil idk but cat as an mv specifically inspires me soo much i love cats mv #its so cool lookin and i can incorporate elements from half in some way (spotlight) #anyways im going to bed #also!!!!! his t2 haircut is ugly as hell (affectionate) #by ugly i mean i hav e such a hardf time trying to draw it like what the fuck #also i spent like. 3pm-12am on this lol

[silkythewriter]

Angel on fire

Warnings!: Angst(?), love triangle!, sorry for any grammar or spelling errors! (part 2)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: WOWZA HELLO I DIDNT THINK PEOPLE WOULD LIKE THE 1ST ONE SO MUCH?! TYSM FOR TGE SUPPORT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Summary!: “you are as beautiful as the moon my dear.” He said with the sweeting smile you adored. “And your as deadly as the sun I fear, my love” you answered oh so bitter-fully.

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“Cause those are my words, not yours

As far as I'm concerned, it could've been a lot worse

I wasn't trying to avoid the confrontation

She isn't crying, she's just making conversation”

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“Look.. Adam-“ you said desperately before being cut off “no fucking way!” He chuckled “your actually side-ing with those shit bags?!” He said looking at you. You only glared at him, before huffing softly “watch your language…” You said with a with a small frown. Making his eyebrows crunch together as he closed his eyes with a huff. “For fuck sake do you know what those.. scums even did to end up there!” He said angrily. You steady your breath, with him you had too, you knew how he was but you just had too keep poking at him. Or get something other then a no, If you did you were sure to lose your mind.

“Adam, Just listen!, I think this could benefit heaven as well! More extra time means more time to do what you want. Wouldn’t you like that?” You tried reasoning as you cupped his hands in yours only for him to push it away. “Don’t test me Y/n, this is my job.” He spat out, making you wince. “Why are you pushing on this so hard anyways!, you have all you could want here. You barely have to lift a finger why are you so concerned for them?” He said crossing his arms. “They were humans once Adam, just like you, just like me. We’re no different, they just messed up once and we’re sent to an eternal furnace with no escape!” You said holding your hands to your chest. “Please! I’m nothing like them, I was the first fucking human soul in heaven, no one compares to me.” He laughed out. “So what does that mean about me?” You said with furrowed brows. He sighed heavily before speaking “Angel, listen to your self, your the only other person I really give a shit about. Well other then lute I guess” he shrugged as he rested his arm on the arm rest and laid his head in his palm boredly. “Look don’t worry your little gorgeous self about a thing. This ain’t your field!” He laughed.

You had patience, and you had tolerance. But his disrespect set you off. But you knew in your head that fighting someone like himself wouldn’t end well. You already had more leeway then most due to your, well close relationship with Adam. But you had to keep trying, after all angels don’t break promises.

With a heavy sigh you bowed before excusing your self. Which he quickly called out to you in confusion. But you only kept walking to your room, you were a patient one, but dealing with him proves to be a handful. You needed to think of a way to at least push it back one more month.

Just one more month

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“What’s good cherry pimp” Angel dust asked as he threw himself on the couch sluggishly. “All day you’ve been hummin’ and tappin’ what’s on your mind?” He asked as he quirked an eyebrow up as he put his gaze on Alastor. Alastor smile only grew, his mind filled with your intoxicating self. To him you very much everything, from the first day he was damned, till now all his mind was filled was you. But now more then ever, seeing you after all these decades was a shot of electricity to his very dead heart. You hadn’t change a bit since the last time he laid eyes on you. You were still angelic as ever.

Again he was swept up in his mind but quickly flicked back to reality, swaying softly as he hummed. “Oh nothing, my dear friend, old acquaintances I have recently seen after some time!” He said in his usual radio voice. “Yea I’m surprised anyone would be friends with you. Not to be rude or nothin’ but your fuckin’ creepy pal” angel said as he laughed  as he waved his hands. Alastor only smirked in amusement as he took his leave. 

He should have known someone of the likes of you would end up where most wouldn’t. He wasn’t an ounce surprised. But he wanted you back, and he was going to take what he wanted. He didn’t frankly care if you’d belong to the sky,

You were his angel first. And he’d rid those little wings of yours if it meant you were to never fly Away from him.

Not this time, not again

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You tiredly tapped your finger over the dinner table. Mind still racing with ideas, it was a cycle, coming up with something, but ultimately crossing it off the thinking board. Adam paid no mind for awhile as he chatted Away with Lute. Which was eyeing you suspiciously. And once Adam went back to his meal she quickly cleared her throat as she straighten her stance next to Adam “Miss Y/n, you haven’t touched your food.” She stated bluntly. Which made you snap out of thought as you turned you attention to her “I’m afraid I don’t have an appetite today” you said softly pushing the plate stacked with food away form you.

“Are you really still hung up on that stupid shit little miss princess of hell proposed?” He scoffed. Causing you to huff, “I’ll be taking my leave.” You said plainly but as nicely as you could as you backed you seat from the table and stood up causing him to grunt. “Look angel, if I think about pushing the damn extermination back would you drop this?” He said making you quickly turn to him with a smile and nod. “There’s that smile, now sit down and eat I’m tired of thinking of all of this” he said as you agreed taking a seat.

Lute was appalled at how… how quick it was was all agreed. How could he just push it back so easily? Even if it was just him “thinking” about it. And for no reason other then you?, all though Adam was to In-grossed in his own things to question such things. She did not and quickly grew suspicious, you out of all people should be less worried. You have everything in a silver platter yet you still seem to have such a worry in matters that weren’t concerning you in the first place.

You could feel her eyes staring you down. But her suspicions were very much valid even if unfortunate to your case. You’d have to be more careful, if she caught on, she’d be quick to make Adam question aswell.

You cursed yourself slightly but still happy non the less. Even if you got Adam to consider the possibility of pushing the date back was still a progress!.

You were sure to tell Charlie soon, although you’d have to wait till lutes suspicions and stares would die down so you could slip away.

Your patience were never ending, but oh how much you longed for the man you’ve last seen years ago.

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TYSM FOR READING AH I LOVED WRITING THIS AGAIN TYSM FOR THE LOVE ON NY LAST POST, ILL BE SURE TO WORK ON SOEM REQUEST BUT PLEASE BE ASSURED PART 3 WILL BE POSTED AFTER I DO SOME REQUEST. ٩(ᐛ)و

#Spotify #x reader #anon <3 #hazbin hotel #deez nuts #all genders #main character #x y/n #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel fanfiction #ty for coming to my ted talk #i love hazbin hotel sm it’s not even funny #love triangle #woooohooooo #me after the lobotomy #tysm <3 #tysm for the support #tysm ily #me when I go crazy

[nnajiro]

sano manjiro x reader

can we sit like this for a little while?...

on days like these, where everything was quiet and peaceful, you and mikey, your boyfriend chose to sit in silence in the presence of the other. as the blue hour began, the one second in which the night birds fell asleep and the morning ones still rest, where everything is as quiet as a nap’s dream, only the soft wind being present

“you know, at times like this i remember why i fell for you”

you hummed in response, allowing him to continue

“in the moments of quietness, i see how calm i am with you, when i am with others just cant help but wander”

you looked at him catching his eye fast enough since he was already looking at you. his features were your favourite thing to watch, his little pores on his nose and his beautiful smiling lines forming as he laughed, the way his eyelashes moved and those pure black eyes…

“i feel the same with you”

you finally replied, feeling your heart being completely full with adorations towards this boy infront of you, whom you call your boyfriend

you guys breathed out in sync as the two of you leaned in to rest each others heads on the others shoulder, bumping heads in the process

you both whined and started chuckling together at the silly move

“c’mere”

he muttered as he patted his shoulder, you stared in his eyes in awe as he let you win. his shoulder being so comfortable despite the roughness of his skin

“do you ever think about the future?”

almost like a whisper he said, his eyes moving around the room you two were in, making sure you were sitting comfortable by watching over you

“what about it?”

the rusty chuckle he let out made your stomach feel things as you closed your eyes to hear his breathing

“you answered my question with a question again”

there was a moment of silence before you spoke again

“i dont really, im too afraid i will loose the present moment if i do so”

you leaned back on the couch again, looking at his side profile as he stared at the closed tv infront of him. you took a strand of his hair and pulled it back behind his ear, making his beautiful dark eyes look into yours, as always making you feel things as you saw your reflection in them

“i do”

he muttered

“a lot”

you found his eyes moving away from yours, carefully avoiding the continuation that was about to come anyway

“about what?”

he stood up immediately, wanting to break the silence and ruin the intense mood he was making himself, and grabbed you off of the couch, tickling at your sides as he did so

“ahahh shdusb bahahah! mikey wha—“

you found yourself moving back to fight against his tickles, falling abruptly on the soft mattress of his bed

he looked down at you form where he stood, he adored the way your body looked and how your hair framed your beautiful face, how your eyes looked so soft towards his and how warm your skin was everytime he held your hand

you saw as his figure stood infront of you, everything you loved stood right there looking down at you

“you’re so pretty”

he said softly as he towered over you, releasing all of his weight on top of you in a hug

“uuhhh you are so heavy mikey!!”

but still you hugged him back, so grateful for being here with him

“i was thinking about our future”

he whispered in your spread out locks on his bed

“how i always want to be with you, from now on”

he finished, picking himself up by placing both hands to both sides of your head. you find yourself being silent and soon your hand moved out of instinct to the back of his head, fingers all over his ash blonde hair

you pulled him closer to you and soon there were only mere inches in between the two of you

“are we happy in that future version you are thinking about?”

you smiled softly as he leaned by his own will and kissed your soft lips, breaking it soon after and looking into your demanding eyes

“yea, really happy”

he chuckled once again before leaving his body to fall on you again causing you tho whine in pain once again

#mikey imagines #mikey x reader #sano manjirou #tokrev mikey #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #toman #toman mikey #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #manjiro x reader #mikey x y/n #fanfic #oneshot #tr fluff

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

Ah the Link's got Tumblr again, smh can't have anything nice

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⚒️ smol-smithy Follow

NO WHY IS THE POLL A TIE. Why must I be doomed to share with these fools. This is nonsense.

⚒️ smol-smithy

Vi... Were you going to post behind our backs despite touting how "innane" it was and how it was "a waste of time"???

⚒️ smol-smithy

Hey why wasn't I included in the poll?

- Hero of Darkness

⚒️ smol-smithy

Shadow gtfo

⚒️ smol-smithy

how does Shadow know our password we changed it??

-Green

⚒️ smol-smithy

Passwords suck and so does Viofhhfksllkkkkkkkkkmmmnnnnnnfhkahf

🌟 excuuuse-me

Vio did you legit strangle your Shadow and hit send on his joke anyway? Because that's beautiful.

#this whole situatuon #art really #can I have a turn with your magic sword when you're done I think it'd be funny #everyone deserves More of Me

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🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

How do I get a real life girl to kiss me pls

🌟 excuuuse-me

Please please please please please please please please please please please please plea-

🪶 redwingskies Follow

Apparently you just have to visit her shop like 3 times idk I still don't understand it

🌊 kingoftheseagull Follow

Give her some of your food, works every time.

🐴 goatman4life Follow

You sir are thinking about seagulls again, not women.

🌸 dont-look-at-me

You dont know me. What if I want seagull advice too?

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🐀 mouseman Follow

Best companion for adventures go!

⏳️ forestchild Follow

Fairy

🎶 ocarina-macarina Follow

Fairy!!

🌟 excuuuse-me

I legally can not say which is higher on the list because i will be strangled in my sleep but fairy & princess

🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

Idk I keep accidentally having first dates via adventure so ig Girlfriend???

🪶 redwingskies Follow

Sword & Bird

🐴 goatman4life Follow

... Fairy

⚒️ smol-smithy Follow

I'd say myself but I found out that it sucks.

🌊 kingoftheseagull Follow

The silly old man who slowly realizes he wants to adopt me over the course of the journey. Fairy is Very close second. Then seagulls.

⚒️ smol-smithy

Oh hey actually ^ same.

🚋 train-life Follow

Ghost bestie

🌳 wildflowerwastaken Follow

#wait same??? #ghost friends for life #or. Uh. Postlife? #sorry. Idk. #also how are all of you posting in the reblogs like... #id die #....I can make that joke I already died once so it's funny now #anyways the rest of you are so biased #the answer is always Ghost Bestie #not like they can die again! Haha #ha.

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🌊 kingoftheseagull Follow

...omg what if the Hero of Time was turned into stone. I've seen it happen like twice and in totally different contexts so who knows. I mean can't come back to save the world if you're stone.

🎶 ocarina-macarina Follow

O-O

🐴 goatman4life Follow

He did not Hope this helps

⏳️ forestchild Follow

I did! Hope this helps

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🐴 goatman4life Follow

My son just bit me and after crying about how he didn't mean to actually break skin and calming down enough to like, talk, he said "Why do you taste like dark fog and goat?"

And while I have an answer for the goat thing I'm ??? Concerned

⏳️ forestchild Follow

I think you'd taste a lot like Black Boes, based on how you smell

🐴 goatman4life Follow

Why are children assigning me Flavors? Why do you know what black boes taste like??? I'm the guy who bites things not you

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🪶 redwingskies Follow

Why can't I pet anything on the surface. There's so many tiny cute creatures and they all either run away or want to kill me.

⚒️ smol-smithy Follow

When you're tiny and some giant comes at you with grabby hands what other options do you have?

🐴 goatman4life Follow

OP go find a cucco, they'll love you

🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

Dont do it they both want to run away from you and also want to kill you at the same time

🪶 redwingskies Follow

They will love me like he promised I'm sure of it.

#linked spirit #loz au #legend of zelda #loz #linked spirit au #tumblr dash simulator #ls meme #long post #innuendo #death mention tw #unreality tw

[giggly-squiggily]

Here’s some silly HCS about Nozel, you can answer them privately or post them >:)

OBVIOUSLY bro’s spot is his hips.

His second worst spot is his tied btwn shoulders and lower back.

His ribs and stomach are giggle spots. Get him here and he’s covering himself and batting your hands away.

When fuego gets “mad” at him, he sits on his butt and just squeezes the everliving daylights out of his lower sides, hips and shoulders.

Definitely a BIG squirmer.

Like he will jolt like he’s being tazed before laughing.

His laugh is so restrained at first. I’m talking grit teeth, little giggles seeping out.

Buuuuuut once the person tickling him finds his hips, he just can’t hold it in anymore :(

BOISTEROUSSSSS

He full on belly laughs and it’s so beautiful I can’t even-

HE DOES- HE- HE- HE DOES THE THING WHERE HE TAKES RLLY DEEP BREATHS IN BTWN HIS LAUGHTER AND ITS KINDA CROAKY

This duck believes this man is no squealer, and he is “a man” about his laughter. (If he’s gonna be forced to laugh, he’s gonna at least sound manly.)

I also think that he’s only ticklish if he’s tickled by people he trusts.

So like when Rill decided to be a silly goose at the captain’s meeting and try to tickle all of the captains, (DONT GET ME ON A TANGENT ABOUT VANGEANCE’S TICKLISH NECK AND EARS) Nozel doesn’t even blink when it’s his turn. (He’ll never admit that watching Fuego slowly lose his composure warmed his heart- anyways.)

BUT if Fuego, Yami or William were to try and get him. Oh no he’s gone. He’s gone with the wind.

I HAVE A HEART FULL OF LOVE AND A HEAD FULL OF DUMB FOR THIS MAN.

*sobs* DUCKY I ADORE YOU AHHH! 😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭 (I encourage thee- if desired yell about those William headcanons) If I may- I shall add to your collection of HCs:

The backs of his knees are as bad as his shoulders and hips. No one really knows this except Fuegoleon and he doesn’t go for it often cause last time he did he got a heel to the face.

Far too sassy for his own good; he speaks before he thinks and it leads to him getting wrecked by Fuego and Yami (and by extension, William, Mereoleona and Dorothy; y'all can't tell me she doesn’t tease him with tickles- she called him a softie to his face wjsnnwnsnwns)

When they were kids Fuego and Mereo would ambush him a lot. Even as a baby he was far too serious. Most of the time though it was a case of Fuego running for the hills and using Nozel as a shield/sacrifice to Mereo’s antics. (Some say he still does it to this day ~( -3-)~)

When Yami found out- OOH when Yami found out y’all…

Bored in a meeting and sitting beside Nozel? Yami likes to randomly start poking him in the ribs and waist- never quite going for his hips but getting CLOSE. Fuegoleon- usually on the other side of Nozel- joins in and together they drive the grumpy bird insane. Lots of muffled curses and barely restrained twitches; the rest of the captains can see it but keep to themselves in barely restrained laughter. Smiles all across the table- some more hidden than others.

The idea of Rill tickling him and Nozel just turning slowly to look at him with a 🤨 expression- only for Jack to be all: “No no- go HERE!” Before squeezing the hell out of Nozel’s hip earning a hilarious noise is LIFE HELP! (Also him getting soft over Fuego makes me melt AHH!)

He’ll deny he’s ticklish even after that. He’s all: “I’m not ticklish, I just have a…unbearable weakness.” While all flustered and annoyed, threatening to melt the next person who dares call him cute (Yami almost lost the top of his head- lols worth it)

I love the idea of him only being ticklish around those he trusts- word gets out and everyone who makes him laugh is just: “YOU LOVE US!” And he’s all: “Shush.” While flustered hansnnwnsnwnsns You already KNOW Yami’s never letting him live that down hwhsjwjsnwnsnwnns 🤣🤣🤣

Thank you for sharing these were everything I needed in my life plus some oh my god wjsjwjsjwksjkwmsms 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

#black clover #Nozel Silva #tickle #tickle headcanons #I am SOFT #He grew on me so fast god #I just- #I adore him so much #my freaking HEART #duckymcdoorknob #ducky :3 #friend :3 #I love you so much right now my freaking HEART #*cries* #I’m cackling at the idea of Fuego just wrecking him for being too sassy or rude wsjjwjsjwnd #he called him Pinocchio ONE TIME #that was that whsnnwnsnsnss

[watery-melon-baller]

3, 7, and 40 for weekend and belos'

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ooooh theres so many i would never touch. the first one that comes to mind is accidental pregnancy which like. i dont even write romance much. also hate student/teacher. uhh nonromance id go with. uh. i cannot think of anything rn lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

ooooh id have to go with a snippet from a shera fic i did a while back. torn between two but ill go with the shorter one just because. not sure what counts as a snippet oops.

"Adora rolls her eyes, but stands up to join them. As she runs over, she knows that she’ll trip over her dress several times, and their clothes will all be covered in grass stains that will take forever to wash out. But Adora is here, in a future where there is no war to fight, where they can laugh freely and love and she doesn't feel selfish anymore for wanting a happy ending."

bad at explaining myself but like. its the potential of a happy ending, of not everything being perfect but it good, and thats worth living for. its a whole metaphor about feminity and wartime and accepting yourself. that its okay to be safe now, its okay to be soft and vulnerable and to start healing. apologies for being incoherent

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

ohohohohhohho you know whats funny. i actually did have an alternate ending planned where hunter just. slept through the rebelllion and just woke up after it was over and was like "what the fuck." anyways i sat down and wrote this in a night (ive been saving the ask until it was finished so thats why im answering it late sorry!) so enjoy 2k words of that under the cut. apologies for typos i tried my best to read this over lmao. you can also read this on ao3 now yipee

Hunter stared at his clock, and scowled. Shit. He had 20 minutes until the coven head meeting!

He stood up, quickly scrambling for his notes.  He wanted to try and get there early, so he could figure out somewhat of a plan.

Flapjack lifted their head up, disrupted from their slumber. What is boy doing?

His foot slipped on a piece of paper, and he barely managed to catch himself on the edge of his desk. “I have a meeting! I need to go talk to the other coven heads, and-”

Have time! Should rest!

He scowled. “Flapjack, I don’t have time to rest! I need to prepare my notes! I still haven’t figure out what I’m going to say to Terra, or Adrian, or how to deal with the recent riots-”

Nap time! Boy too tired to think!

“You always say it’s nap time.”

Because boy is always tired!

He sighed, flopping back on his bed and letting the stack of papers in his arms scatter onto the floor. Flapjack did have a bit of a point. He had been staying up later and later, getting less sleep in favor of trying to take care of… well, everything.

He could get ready in ten minutes. It wouldn’t take long to teleport. Just closing his eyes for a few minutes surely wouldn’t hurt. And he wouldn’t actually fall asleep. He would just lay here!

“Just ten minutes. Then I have to go.”

Flapjack chirped. Nap! Nap!

“Not a nap, Flap,” He mumbled. “M just resting my eyes.”

He didn’t even realize he was falling asleep.

___

He woke up to the smell of smoke.

He shot up out of bed, head swiveling as he took stock of the room. Everything seemed to be in order, except-

“FLAPJACK!”

The bird had at some point moved inside his shirt. They peeked their head out, looking adorable as always, but Hunter wasn’t fooled.

He glared at them. “I said ten minutes.”

Boy needed nap!

He pointed at the window. “IT’S DARK OUTSIDE NOW! IT’S NIGHTTIME!”

Not that late. Sun just set. More like evening!

He dragged a hand down his face and groaned. “Flapjack. I missed the coven head meeting. The one thing I cannot, under any circumstances, miss.”

Flapjack did not look even remotely apologetic.

Hunter sighed, standing up and brushing back his hair. The smell of smoke was still lingering in the air, and he poked his head out the window, following the smell.

Ah. That might be a problem.

The area of the castle where Terra and Adrian had been fighting the other day looked even worse than before, mainly because it was on fire. Several scouts were running around in a panic, and if he listened closely, he could hear the faint sound of screaming.

Flapjack had moved to sit on his desk, and he slowly turned to glare at them. “Flapjack.”

They chirped.

“This is why we don’t skip coven head meetings! Look at what happened while I was asleep. The castle is on fire!” He sighed. 

Could be worse!

He flung his arms out, staring the bird down in frustration. “How could this be worse?!”

The Titan must have thought that was funny, because at that moment his door was slammed open with a war cry.

“GOLDEN GUARD!”

Something (someone?) charged through his door, and he screeched, barely avoiding their tackle. Whoever it was slammed into his wall, sending feathers flying everywhere. Why there were feathers, he didn’t know. Maybe they were because of the large wings that were almost smacking him in the face. 

Flapjack screeched, dive bombing the intruder, and Hunter quickly scrambled back, grabbing a heavy textbook detailing the criminal justice system and hurling it at their face. They shouted in pain, falling back onto the floor, and Hunter decided that was his cue to go.

He skidded out into the hallway, his slippers barely staying on his feet, while Flapjack circled nervously around his head. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the mystery attacker getting up, and he risked a glimpse behind him as Flapjack transformed into a staff.

“Golden Guard, kid, wait a second-”

Their voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he was too busy grabbing his staff. The last thing he saw before teleporting away into a haze of golden light was what looked to be some kind of harpy woman, heading straight for him.

He bounced across the castle, not having much of a destination in mind besides something that was away from the harpy lady. He materialized in a small room with dim lighting, and as he leaned against the brick walls he realized he was in the break room.

There were technically several break rooms scattered around the castle, but those were all empty storage closets scouts had converted into a break room in their free time with their own money. (Hunter may or may not have contributed to them with money from the castle treasury). This, however, was the official break room, the one all the coven heads used, and the one that the Emperor made somewhat of an attempt to maintain.

He hadn’t been here in a couple weeks, with the whole “accidentally killed my Uncle and now running the government from my bedroom” issue. Not much had changed since the last time he was here. The table was still stained, one of the chairs still had a wobbly leg, the sink was still dripping water because no one knew how to fix the leak, there were still a few spare coven cloaks lying in a pile on the floor, and the fridge still had several post-its about labeling your food properly and not letting it sit in the fridge for months and stink up the room.

The bulletin board, however, had a few changes. The ‘days since Kikimora tried to assassinate someone’ board had been reduced back to zero (last time he saw it it was at 11, which was a new record), and there were several notes stating that due to being understaffed, everyone would be getting extra shifts. Which was weird, because Hunter thought he was in charge of scheduling guard shifts, but he had handed off so many of his duties to Kikimora and random coven captains that he wasn’t sure anymore. Also, why had no one told him they were understaffed?

Someone had also brought in cookies, and there were still a few left. Yay! He grabbed one from the box, biting into it. 

“Want a piece? Its chocolate cricket flavor.” He broke off a small chunk, offering it to the palisman, who began gleefully pecking it. He finished eating the rest of the cookie, wandering over to the sink.

He smacked the faucet, hoping that maybe this time it would stop the leaking, but it did nothing. Like it did every time. He sighed, and turned towards the clawfee machine, turning it on. Next to the sink was a small collection of drying dishes, one of which included a mug that said ‘world’s best nephew’ in hot pink script.

“Hey Flapjack, I found my favorite mug!” He picked it up, thankfully finding it clean. He had been searching for that mug for weeks! Although, it seemed a bit inaccurate, with the whole ‘killed my uncle’ and ‘being a grimwalker of his brother’ thing. Nope, that was a problem for another time.

He shrugged, watching as the clawfee pot came to a boil. Flapjack was hopping around the table, pecking the various crumbs that had been left behind. Hunter should probably be stopping them, but he figured if Flapjack had survived this long with such little self preservation, they would probably be fine.

Probably.

He poured the clawfee into his mug, and moved to sit down in a chair. The good chair, not the one with the wobbly leg that made you rock back and forth every time you moved the slightest inch. 

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and stared vacantly at the wall. “So,” he said calmly. “I think there might be a rebellion going on right now.”

Flapjack chirped anxiously. Hunter stared at the bird. “You know, this is why we don’t skip coven head meetings.”

He sipped on his clawfee, savoring the bitter taste. Oh, sweet caffeine, how he missed it. Having energy was fantastic.

“I should probably go out there and deal with that.”

Or don’t! Don’t risk yourself!

“Flapjack, I don’t think that's an option.”

Run away to woods! Can hunt for worms!

“I can’t eat worms! You can hunt all you want, I’ll forage for berries.”

Good plan!

Hunter groaned. “Terrible plan.” It wasn't like he had any ideas. He had been slowly preparing a runaway bag, but he had hoped he would have a few more weeks before he had to use it. This was his punishment for procrastinating. 

He stood up, taking a long swig of the coffee. “Okay, my stuff is in my room. Let’s see if we can try to sneak back there, and if anyone is still alive.” He looked down at himself, grimacing at his lack of armor. He was still in his PJS! 

Hesitantly, he lifted one of the coven scout cloaks from the pile on the floor, checking it over. There didn’t appear to be any visible stains, so he shrugged, putting it on.

Flapjack chirped, and fluttered on top of his head. Hunter sighed, but said nothing, pulling up his hood to cover the bird. He opened the door and hesitantly peeked his head out. There didn’t seem to be anyone, so he stepped out into the hallway, letting the door shut behind him.

Picking a random direction, he began walking, the only sound being his bunny slippers slapping against the tile. He nervously clutched his cloak, suddenly beginning to regret every decision he had ever made that had led him to this situation.

He rounded a corner to see a hallway that looked very much destroyed. A section of the ceiling had collapsed, and plants and abomination goo was everywhere. Several coven scouts were lying unconscious on the floor.

Hunter bit his lip, and with a start realized he was still holding his mug. There was still a little bit of clawfee in it, so he could throw it at someone and run if he needed to. The perfect weapon. What a plan.

He froze at the sound of footsteps, frantically looking for a place to hide. He slid behind a pile of rubble, hoping that he would just be mistaken for an unconscious scout.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and then stopped. “I could have sworn I heard something over here,” a familiar voice muttered. Oh shit.

Hunter involuntarily flinched, shifting the rubble he was hiding behind with his movement.

“Over there!” Oh, he recognized that voice too, although it was only marginally better than the first one. Maybe if he stayed very very still, they wouldn’t notice him?

He yelped as abomination goo wrapped around his legs, dragging him out into the open and pinning his arms to his side. He scowled at the awkward angle his arm was held at, the clawfee slowly dripping out of his mug and onto the floor.

Darius crossed his arms, lifting an eyebrow at Hunter. “Ah, Little prince. You’re looking… unwell.”

Hunter, very maturely, stuck out his tongue, something that only caused Darius’s scowl to deepen.

Behind Darius, Luz cheerfully waved at him. “Hi Hunter! You kind of caught us at a bad time.” She turned down the hallway, cupping a hand to her mouth. “HEY GUYS, WE FOUND HUNTER! OVER HERE!” 

Darius winced at her yelling, rubbing his ears. Hunter wished he could do the same, because wow Luz could shout loud.

The two of them turned back to face him and he grimaced. “Uh, hi?” He said awkwardly. Maybe they would be nice and just kill him right away. Luz could probably convince them not to hurt Flapjack.

Luz shoved her hands in her pockets, grinning casually. “Hunter, my man! I’ve been looking for you! Sorry about the whole, uh, overthrowing the government thing.”

‘It’s fine,” He said, even though it was very much not fine. “It was already falling apart anyways.”

Darius stepped towards him, frowning. “About that, actually. We have quite a few questions to ask you, Golden Guard.”

Luz’s grin became just a bit more shaky. “Not bad questions! Just, uh, questions. It’ll be great!” She did not sound convinced of her own words. “It’s fine.”

Hunter sighed. He should have just stayed in bed. This was all Flapjack’s fault. He was never trusting that adorable little bird again, no matter how cute they were.

#fanfic #ask game #toh #weekend at belos's #lilac post #writing #can't believe none of you bothered to mention the numerous typos I had to go back and edit :(

[jackals-ships]

also speaking of alduin brainworms i Think the first time. he has this moment of "... HUH," is when like

before that they set the cards all out and were going "you're not going to kill me which like. skill issue??? im not gonna kill you cuz. holy fuck dude. but since you're sticking around and not killing me, like a lil bitch, im gonna help you run the cult and takeover Skyrim etc etc-" ("oh so you Are interested in power-") "no i just think you're a dumb fuck and I'm not dealing with Another Fucking Dragon War :/"

so they're laying out Plans an this is also what starts The Pants Problem (he won't wear clothes 99.9% of the time. jackal is not bringing a fuck huge dragon to speak to the jarls. they're also not bringing some dude w his tits out) and it's a whole THING

an it's also A Whole Series Of Things since alduin, is very prideful. and very stubborn. and absolutely refuses to take 90% of what they say into consideration since He's Just The Best And Knows Better, Obviously??? (even when jackal is vibrating and going NO YOU DONT YOU DONT KNOW SHIT-)

so anyways the first few months of their Very Hesitant Truce is filled with arguing that's not quite arguing bc jackal is still too y'know. Freaked. to actually argue fully (odahviing is frequently subjected to them barging in at many points going THIS MOTHERFUCKER-) and they keep a Lid on that kind of thing bc they know how they get. they are however. extremely passive aggressive. in ways that are funny to me

HOWEVER

i think after the fuck millionth time of him going "I don't Understand the Problem with xyz im doing that's not gonna work" they finally snap and just. grab him. like by the horns/face and drag him down to their level

while going :) ive already told you a million times :) the ways in which you're testing my patience :) is fascinating but im this 🤏 close to saying fuck it and killing you in your sleep :) with these Absolutely Manic Giggles cuz; they got Isekaid to Skyrim, they're a lil guy Not made to fight dragons, it seems like every day there is SOME fuck shit!!, god has personally cursed them, and now they're dealing w a dragon god who Won't Fucking Listen and is also quite frankly homophobically tall

an alduin has heard none of this, he's focused on:

that the Dragonborns eyes are really pretty up close? they have this ring of gold around their pupils (human pupils are weird tho. why is it Round)

they also smell nice up close? well they smell like "hound" and "graveyard" which is Strange but Also Nice??

their hands are SO cold........they're wearing gloves and he can feel the fact they're cold..................humans don't run that cold?? should he be worried?? are they going to die and fuck up his plans???

they're giving him a weird look why are they giving him a weird look

,,,why is he holding their hands

when did he start holding their hands????

is he going to let go of their hands????

...............no. they're so small and dainty, he kinda wants to break the bones bc they seem so fragile. like a lil birds (why are human bones so FRAGILE???)

D:

he said that out loud and the dragonborn is NOT letting him hold their HANDS anymore???

truly life is suffering and he is suffering the most 😔 akatosh has given him the toughest battles 😔😔

jackal is busy in this moment a) having an aneurysm and b) learning that there's not rlly a big change in his expression between "wants to kill them" and "wants to hold them". what the fuck do they do with this information-

#jackals barks #ship: make me your deity #long post #alduin also going to odahviing: i think im dying? i think im dying. the dragonborn has pretty eyes?? why didn't you tell me???? #odahviing who knows what jackal looks like under their mask and Knows alduins gonna have a further gay fit if he tells him they're pretty- #-just kinda like In General: .....mhm

[extremelyputridfishbreath]

hey, i havent been in the cp fandom in ages, but i saw your post about cppses and was curious ? like did anything major happen with them (aside from ykno. cpr) ?

well! first i will preface with a few things.

this is my opinion on the subject and i'm not likely to change it so for anyone looking to debate in my inbox or replies.

since i have a very...negative opinion on this situation, i'll put this on a readmore. if you don't want to see that towards cpl post shutdown or in general don't read further.

so! club penguin legacy shut down. which was basically one of the more popular cppses post cpr's shutdown, though it didn't have nearly as many players at the time of it's closure.

disney came for them with a dmca recently and while their twitter page currently says theyre "temporarily paused" theyre still offline as of now.

i have my suspicions as to why. theres a reason why ttr, the biggest toontown server out there doesn't take donations after all.

my friend @/selfawarecobalt aka ben also worked with them and is fine with me saying it here so i will mention he didn't enjoy his time as an artist by the time he quit at all (months before this). when we talked about his experiences working for them, he mentioned a godawful lack of communication and not being considered "real" staff despite making free art for them. so the fact that he too had a crummy experience leaves More of a bad taste in my mouth.

anyways cpl (as i mentioned a while ago on my nowadays sporadically active main) started acting like they were a brand, and used official staff names from #waddleon skits. and genuinely, i have never seen a cpps EVER call themself a brand. or have a page for parents...like a real version of club penguin would. i've also had Other issues on a more personal level like being harrassed for criticizing things in their discord server, and seeing how the community treated some nonbinary characters and sometimes real nonbinary people raised my hackles too.

i could go on about my feelings but honestly? cpls not worth my time anymore. most cppses aren't worth my time anymore. i told myself a while ago when cpr closed that i wasnt gonna sit here and let cppses dictate how i feel about the real game, and i wont! other than a small handful of cppses i feel some level of fondness for (cp3d, cpr, vintage penguin) or am cautiously interested in (super penguin/scp's rehaul) i feel completely and utterly Nothing towards cppses. and the ones i dont feel nothing towards, i feel Annoyance. and so, after being informed a cpps recently made a tumblr account i drew gun scrabble to make my stance clear: i do Not want my art associated with cppses if i can help it unless I go out of my way to make art for them!

that, and honestly? most cppses are just too stressful to be worth playing anymore, at least for me. you're either anxiously waiting for disney to kill it, or youre dealing with a volatile community. i have much more fun thinking about and rotating my penguin ocs (and canon characters but i Especially love my silly noncanon birds and "birds" <3) than i have playing cppses since well...when cpr closed!

tldr: cpl closed, presumably due to their patreon and acting increasingly more like a brand/corporate entity and not a fangame. local bird drawing nerd learned to stop worrying about cppses and Enjoy the fanart and ocs they make instead

#no reblogs since this is an oc blog <3 and also i am not dealing with this drama again after the First time i talked about them beyond #odd gameplay decisions

[lunar-wandering]

Carol of the Bells - Part 1

decided to split this into two parts

anyways, welcome to the Carol of the Bells AU! i apologize in advance

@ninja-knox-ur-sox-off

Warnings: panic attack, injury, magic induced pain. i dont think i went too intense but im warning just in case

Word Count: 4k

Read on AO3

"Happy New Years, Monkey King."

Almost as soon as those words had left MK's mouth, a bell started ringing in the distance. MK flinched, surprised by the sudden noise, the other's around him also jumping at the new sound.

"Huh, that's weird." Tang said, "I don't think they've rang that bell in years. I assumed it was too old to ring it any more."

"Maybe they decided that this was a special occasion?" Mei asked, Tang letting out a contemplative hum. MK ignored them, instead focusing on how he felt....tingly. It was a weird sensation, almost like there were pins and needles all over his body.

He couldn't place it, but something about the bell just felt... unsettling.

Glancing back up at sky, he tried to comfort himself with the colours still spreading across it as the bell rang out again.

And that was when he saw his mentor fall.

He inhaled sharply, barely processing what was happening as he saw the bright flash, Wukong's bird transformation fading away as the Monkey King plummeted. Summoning his staff, MK leapt off the side of the building, faintly hearing the cries of shock from the others behind him as he vaulted towards where his mentor would land.

He arrived just in time to see the Monkey King slam into the ground.

Wukong landed hard, the pavement underneath of him denting and cracking, sending dust and debris up into the air. He didn't try to push himself off the ground like MK thought he would, instead laying perfectly still. The fur on his tail was standing on end.

"Monkey King?" MK took a tentative step forwards as his mentor didn't respond. "Are you okay?"

Wukong let out a choked noise that might've been an attempt at a "yes" if it weren't so strangled with pain. MK stepped down into the small crater his mentor had accidentally created, until he was standing mere inches away from Wukong's back. All sounds were blocked out of his mind as he focused in on the downed monkey, frowning when Wukong's tail started thrashing, clearly in pain.

"What- what's wrong?" MK asked, kneeling down and slowly rolling Wukong over onto his back, the monkey surprisingly letting himself be moved without complaint. His face was all scrunched up, his jaw tight, his eyes closed. MK looked him over for any signs of obvious injury, finding nothing.

He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder.

"What's wrong with him?" Pigsy asked, MK glancing back to see that the others were now standing around them too. He didn't remember hearing them arrive.

"...I don't know." MK said, quietly-

And then suddenly Wukong was trying to stand up.

"Hey- Monkey King- woah-" MK held his arms out in case the monkey fell, a motion entirely validated as Wukong swayed from side to side, clearly unsteady on his feet, squinting his eyes.

"I'm fine." He hissed, taking a step forwards-

MK barely kept himself from startling as the bell rang out again, and Wukong collapsed, MK's arms being the only thing preventing him from having another close encounter on the pavement. With the monkey now actually within his arms, MK could feel that the other was shaking. A quick glance down confirmed that Wukong had closed his eyes again. MK could faintly hear the other's panicked shouts, and barely resisted as Sandy came to take the Monkey King out of his arms as Wukong suddenly went limp.

MK took a deep breath, and tried to let himself believe that everything was going to be fine.

-

Wukong woke up in a house that was not his, with tingles going down his spine.

He hated when tingles went down his spine. Being practically invulnerable, he didn't get injured often. But whenever he did, he woke up with those damned tingles going down his spine. A reminder of the worst pain he'd ever experienced, of his back being crushed, over and over again, by layers upon layers of rock.

Upon the resurgence of that specific memory, he shoved the pile of blankets confining him to the bed onto the floor.

Slowly pulling himself up, his mind briefly spinning at the action, he finally took a look around.

He didn't recognize his surroundings immediately.

It was only when he saw the monkey plushie he had accidentally knocked to the ground, and looked back up to finally see the posters and drawings on the wall, that he realized he was in MK's apartment.

He... didn't remember getting here.

He could recall fighting Spider Queen, talking with MK, and transforming to fly away, but after that?

Nothing.

Which, if he was being honest for once, that didn't bode well.

He shifted, stretching out his arms and legs, bending in half to touch his toes, before turning to slide himself off of the bed.

Of course, this was when MK entered the room, in the middle of brushing his teeth.

He hadn't expected Wukong to be awake, if the way he dropped his toothbrush and fumbled to catch it before it hit the floor was any indication.

"You're awake!" MK pointed at him with the toothbrush, "Are you- how are you feeling?"

"Fine." Wukong lied, pushing himself to stand up. MK, eyes filled with suspicion, glanced at his tail, and Wukong made the conscious effort to make the traitorous appendage stand still. "...Why am I in your house?"

"Uh, because you passed out in the middle of the street?" MK said it like it was obvious and, oh, huh. That explains the look of worried suspicion he's been giving him this whole time. "Did you...forget?"

"Mm." Wukong let out a hum, neither confirming nor denying, as he rocked back and forth on his heels. They both stood there in awkward silence, until Wukong clicked his tongue.

"Welp, I should probably get back to the mountain." He said, heading directly towards MK's door, plans on where to go, what to do about the Lady Bone Demon being brought back to the fore front of his mind. Opening the door he stepped out onto the fire escape. "We can do some training on Friday-"

A bell rang through the still air, cutting through the quiet of the morning, and Wukong choked on his own breath. Stumbling backwards, feeling like fire was coursing through his veins, electricity passing between his cells, he bit on his own tongue to keep from letting out a whine. There was loud thumping of feet behind him, and suddenly MK was there, putting a steadying arm around his back, and he probably meant well, but the mere introduction of physical contact was simply overwhelming, and this time Wukong let a whimper escape from his throat as he jumped away from the touch, bumping into the small table MK kept beside his door, and placing his hand on it to try and keep himself from fully collapsing to the ground.

This effort was entirely thrown to waste when the bell chimed out again, and Wukong felt his whole body shake with the pain as he crumbled to the ground. He could hear MK whispering in an anxious voice behind him, but he could barely hear him over his own panicked, pained breaths.

He'd, he'd forgotten about the bell. He'd thought it'd had been put away, never to be rung again. That the mortals had forgotten what it was for. What the demons had built it, enchanted it for.

(Not everyone was happy, when he'd sealed away the rampaging Demon Bull King.

In fact, many were actually afraid.)

He stood there, knees bent, half crumpled to the ground, waiting tensely, jaw locked as pain continued to zip through him, straining his ears to hear if the bell would ring again.

.....Nothing.

Slowly, the pain started to ebb away, leaving nothing more than a dull ache, and he practically collapsed against the small table in relief, very nearly knocking it over. He glanced at the door, realizing that at some point MK must've closed it.

"Monkey King? Can you hear me? Are you okay? Hey- are you alright?" MK's panicked voice finally came back into focus, and Wukong rubbing his face on his sleeve, trying to pretend that tears hadn't started leaking from his eyes as he slowly slid down to lay on the ground, trying to steady his breathing.

And of course, this was the moment when MK's doorbell rang.

At any other time, it wouldn't have bothered him too much. But as it was...

Wukong's fur went back to standing on end, and he let out another whimper, there wasn't any new pain, but the sound of the doorbell cut through his brain like a knife. Knowing his expression must look pathetic, he curled up, doing his best to hide his face, trying to keep his breathing steady, to not fall fully into a panic. He could feel his tail wrap around his leg, the pressure almost comforting, but not nearly enough.

He could hear MK swear, but paid no mind to it, running his hands up and down the fabric of his own clothes in a self soothing gesture.

He didn't even notice when MK opened the door, but he did hear the hushed voices. The fact that they were probably talking about him, about how he was acting, made him feel... bad. They weren't supposed to be concerned about him. He was the immortal monkey king, he was meant to be the one looking after them.

Still though, he couldn't bring himself to uncurl, or to try and put on a reassuring smile and claim that everything was fine.

Because things weren't fine.

So instead, he remained curled up, even after most of the panic had finally faded. MK and... whoever was here (and wasn't that pathetic, that he'd gotten so wrapped in his own pain, in his own thoughts that he hadn't even realized who else he was showing this pitiful display to?), where quietly talking in the kitchen, and it suddenly hit Wukong that he had no idea how long he'd been laying on the floor.

He didn't have the time to think about that though.

He slowly lifted his head out of it's position, glancing up at the door.

The bell had rang when he stepped outside.

Had that just been a coincidence?

Regretting his choice as he was making it, he peeled himself off the ground, slowly, quietly so as to not draw MK's attention, he reached for the doorknob, turning it and pushing the door open.

He felt so tired.

But he had to test this.

Wukong took a step outside.

A chill ran down his spine.

-

MK's head shot up as he heard the bell ring out again, stopping himself mid-sentence. Mei looked at him with confusion, but he ignored her, standing up, listening intently.

The door being slammed shut, and the loud thump of someone collapsing to the floor, was all it took for him to run back out, Mei following close behind, to find that Wukong had returned to his prior position (not that MK had seen him leave it, but he could hazard a guess as to what had just happened), his shaking returned with a new strength, and MK could swear he could see a bit of blood leaking from his mentors mouth (judging from how tense his jaw was and the fact he had fangs, he'd probably bitten either his tongue or his cheek hard enough to draw blood.), but he didn't get much of a chance to analyze, as Wukong curled up tighter, hiding his face.

MK knew his concern was reflected by Mei even without turning around to look at her.

"Monkey King?" He asked, the monkey flinching at being addressed, and well, at least it seemed he was somewhat responsive this time? "Are....do you want to go back into bed?"

He didn't bother to ask if Wukong was okay. He had a feeling he wouldn't get an actual answer.

Wukong's tail slowly uncurled from where it had been wrapped around the monkey's leg, starting to swing back and forth, from contemplation instead of pain, thankfully. At least this time, whatever this was, didn't seem to have hit as hard as the previous times. After a moment, there was a faint hum of assent, Wukong's head giving a small nod, and MK and Mei stepped forwards, holding on to his arms and helping him up, (MK quietly whispering "It's just Mei" when Wukong tensed at the extra pair of hands), and leading him back to the bed, where he practically collapsed onto it, curling back up into a ball. MK glanced down at the blankets covering the floor, before grabbing the softest one, leaving the others in their heap, and gently laying it down over top of the Monkey King. He picked his plushie up and set it softly beside the pillow, just in case his mentor needed it. 

Sharing a glance with Mei, he stepped out of the room, bringing her back to the kitchen, the both of them sitting back down at the table, MK momentarily glancing over his shoulder, using his golden vision to make sure Wukong hadn't moved, or tried anything stupid.

"..Did you figure out what's wrong with him?" Mei asked, voice hushed in case Wukong over heard them. If he was being honest, MK didn't think Wukong was listening, but it didn't hurt to be careful.

"No clue." MK said, "I think it has something to do with the bell, it's been too perfectly timed to be a coincidence. I just... don't know what specifically it is."

"Have you tried asking him?"

"Do you think he'd give me an honest answer?"

"Mm. Probably not." Mei leaned back in her chair, putting her feet up on MK's table. MK couldn't find it in him to ask her to put her feet down. "He does seem like the stubborn type from the little I've seen of him."

"Yeah." MK sighed, "He doesn't really... talk about himself much. Unless he's hyping up how cool he was in the past that is. He never really tells me any really important stuff though... Sometimes I wonder if he even trusts me."

"Hey now, I'm sure he trusts you." Mei, seemingly realizing this was a slightly more serious conversation, adjusted her posture, putting her feet back on the ground as she reached across the table to hold MK's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "He let you land the final blow on Spider Queen didn't he?"

"...Yeah." MK said, "But still... I wish he'd tell me what's wrong. At least then I'd know how to help."

-

Macaque felt like he was dying.

Or, well, that was maybe an overstatement.

But still, overall, he did not feel good.

And it was all because of that damn bell.

He had no idea, as to why they had been ringing it so often over the past week. But for the love of heaven, he'd wished they would stop. Sound had always been a problem for Macaque, ever since the day he was born. He'd learned to deal with most sounds, learned how to block them out, but this. This was a whole new ball park. This sound, it cut through everything, it rang in his ears, filling his head with an unbearable pain, and leaving him panting, with his ears ringing for hours afterwards. (He'd tried sound-proofing materials. Noise cancelling headphones, rooms meant to block sound, everything. None of it ever worked. Nothing ever had.

Or well. There was that one thing...

No.

He couldn't do that.

...He wouldn't let him do that.

Not anymore).

He lay on the floor of his dojo, staring up at the ceiling. He'd fallen asleep there the night before, not wanting to put in the effort of making his way up the stairs to his bed.

He was regretting the decision now.

Slowly pulling himself off of the ground, he groaned, mentally preparing himself of having to face another day of...nothing. Literally nothing. He'd been sulking around in his dojo for at least a month.

He should do something about that actually, now that he thought about it. He was starting to run low on food.

At that thought, he realized he should probably get some breakfast. Or at the very least a granola bar.

...He went for the granola bar. He didn't feel up for actually cooking anything today.

He glanced out the window as he chewed, staring at the light coming from the sun.

Well. The least he could do for himself was actually step out into the sun light.

That thought in mind, he went for his front door, easily glamouring away all signs that he'd spent the night asleep on the floor as he crossed the threshold of his dojo.

His ears twitched.

From the distance, he could hear someone pulling at a rope.

His whole body tensed.

They were about to ring the bell again.

He couldn't- he couldn't handle- not again-

Panic started to set in as he heard the rope slide further, the sound of the bell slowly starting to make it's way into motion.

Please no, don't do it, please, no, n o-

There was only one thing he knew of that would block out the sound.

As the first note of the bell began to make his way towards him, he took a step back, falling through a shadow on the ground.

He tumbled out in MK's apartment, which was a fact he briefly registered with surprise. He hadn't expected Wukong to be-

He couldn't finish that thought, because there the other monkey was, staring at him in shock, before anger made it's way on to the other's face, and Macaque suddenly once again realized how bad of an idea this was as he took a step back-

Only to remember why he'd come here in the first place as the sound of the bell finally hit.

Macaque reared back, hands covering his ears as he stumbled, tripping over- something or other that MK had left strewn about on his floor, Macaque was honestly in no state to be able to tell what it was- as he fell down onto the ground, his back hitting the wall. He knew his glamour must've flickered out, the pain blurring his mind too much for the magic to maintain it's hold.

Opposite to him, Wukong stumbled forwards, clasping at his chest, as though he had been struck in the heart, falling down onto his knees in front of Macaque.

Not that Macaque noticed of course, his eyes squeezed shut, tears of pain managing to leak their way through, despite how much he wanted to hide his reaction entirely. A part of him thought about falling back into the shadows, going back to his dojo to curl up and wait for it to all be over with by himself, but he knew that his magic was too unstable right now for him to even think of trying it.

So instead, he hummed to himself. Barely able to get notes out in between his pained breaths. Humming had been a tactic he'd used, when he was younger, to try and distract himself from all the annoying sounds in the world, and instead only focus on the sound that he, himself, was making.

It didn't work this time.

Still, he couldn't stop himself from doing it, even as he choked on a sob, letting go of his ears and clawing at the fur on his head, the pain in his ears growing stronger as the bell chimed again.

(Loud sounds had never been this bad before unless they were magic, why was this one so bad-)

And suddenly, there was silence.

Macaque's eyes snapped open, the sensation of warm, shaking hands covering his ears snapping him out of his panic.

He blinked, registering the expression on Wukong's face. He found that he couldn't place it.

Slowly, he reached up to put his own hands over Wukong's shaking ones, part of him afraid the other monkey would suddenly change his mind and let go.

But he didn't.

Instead, Macaque could see the Wukong's jaw clench, trembling, his face contorting from that impossible to read expression as it changed to something Macaque easily recognized as pain. In front of his eyes, he could see part of Wukong's glamour slide away like water, one glowing red eye slowly revealing itself, while the other one flickered between the warm but false gold and the true burning red. Scars faded in and out of view.

He felt Wukong's grip starting to grow weak as tears started forming in Wukong's eyes, and Macaque pressed Wukong's hands tighter against his ears, the other monkey doing nothing to stop him.

(They had discovered, many, many years ago, that Wukong's hands were the only things that could block the sounds of the world from Macaque's ears. Neither of them truly knew why.

Wukong had said it was because they were something akin to soulmates, destined to take the other's pain away.

Macaque had argued that if that were the case, than he should be able to take away Wukong's pain too.

And they'd tried to test it, before the others had found out and banned them from testing "dangerous things".

They'd never figured out if Macaque could take away Wukong's pain.

Now though, as Macaque reached out, brushing a hand over a burn scar that flickered it's way onto Wukong's face, and pulling the other close against him, the golden monkey passing out, he couldn't help but wish that he could).

-

When MK ran up into his room (he'd heard the bell go while out on deliveries, and had practically bolted back to the apartment as soon as possible, taking every step as fast as he could), slamming the door open, his first instinct was to scream at the sight of his mentor curled up against Macaque.

Thankfully, his better judgement to analyze the situation first (a concept that had been repeatedly driven into him by his friends multiple times) kicked in before he could.

Macaque hadn't noticed him yet, and was instead staring off into space. Wukong looked... just about the same way he always did after a bell rang.

It didn't really look like Macaque was attacking though.

Feeling a little bit of tension roll off of his shoulders, MK walked closer, Macaque not noticing him until he was standing directly within his line of view. As soon as he could see him, Macaque tensed, and MK watched with a raised eye brow as a wave of purple magic traveled up Macaque's body, covering up the scars, eyebags, and messy fur that had temporarily been visible.

"Why are you here?" MK whispered, and Macaque just stared at him.

"Is the bell done?" He asked. MK nodded, confused, as Macaque let one of Wukong's hands fall from it's position covering the shadow monkey's ear. "I... didn't hear you. Could you ask me that again?"

"Why are you here?" MK repeated.

Macaque suddenly avoided eye contact.

"I'm gonna need an answer." MK said, "Otherwise I'm going to have to kick you out, no matter how comfortable Monkey King looks."

And wasn't that interesting, how comfortable Wukong looked curled up against Macaque. He looked more relaxed than any other post-bell sleep had been.

Still though, MK didn't exactly trust the one who was causing this relaxation.

"I just....didn't know where else to go." Macaque mumbled, "The- the bell, it was loud and...."

He trailed off, not finishing his sentence, but he didn't really need to. MK had understood the implication just fine.

He let out a long suffering sigh, holding his head in his hands, Macaque watching him confused.

"...Fine." MK eventually said, sitting back up straight. "You can stay. But only until this whole bell thing is dealt with."

"...Thank you."

"Do not thank me I don't even know why I'm even doing this you tried to kill me-"

"You two are both too loud..." Wukong interrupted them both with a grumble, burying his face deeper into Macaque's scarf. "Shut the fuck up before I make you."

Both of them went silent, waiting until they could hear Wukong's breathing even out again, before glancing up at each other.

MK made an "I'm Watching You" gesture.

Macaque stuck his tongue out at him.

#Monkie Kid #fanfic #my writing #Carol of the Bells AU #tw panic attack #tw injury #i think thats all i have to tag. ....i think

[sbi-au-ideas]

The heroes have Tommy backed into a corner. He just- fuck- he never should’ve killed Dream that night, now there are heroes on his ass because they know he killed him because of the magic tracings left behind and- fuck.

“Thomas Innit, you are under arrest for the murder of Clay ExxDee. Come peacefully and- shit” Tommy tries to climb the building.

He’s almost successful too! But The Angel flys up and tears him away from the brick wall.

Held securely in The Angels arms, Tommy has one last option if he wants to escape.

“IF- IF YOU DON’T LET ME DONT RIGHT FUCKING NOW- I WILL USE MY POWER ON YOU!”

The Angel clearly hesitates, but doesn’t let go. The Blade speaks up, “What is your power anyway?”

Tommy falters. “You- don’t know?”

“No? All we know is you killed him through whatever your power is.”

“I-” Tommy debates telling them his power. On one hand, he could get an upper hand on the situation. On the other hand, he’ll be admitting that his power can kill people, which is a great way to end up in a power dampener facility.

“Kid, just tell us what happened that night with Clay. You’re young, it can be listed as a mistake and we can all move on,” But that’s the thing.

It wasn’t a mistake.

Tommy’s feathered ears pin themselves to his head in distress. The Angel notices, shushing him like a child.

He could tell them. It’s- it was self defense! It was self defense.

“He- Dream- Clay-” Dreams body drops to the floor like a puppet cut from its strings.

“He was going to take away my discs…” he tries to take a deep breath. He can’t breathe, Dream was so close to-

“And then he threatened- he- he almost killed-” He’s not waking up, Dream isn’t waking up-

“I only meant to do it for a second i swear-!” He’s dead, Dream is dead, Tommy’s power is all over him but Dream is dead so Dreams power won’t be on Tommy-

“He- I tried to fix it! But I- it was- you can’t restart brains so-” No one is going to believe him, Tommy can’t go to jail, no- no, he promised.

The Angel is shushing him again, The Blade looks uncomfortable, and The Ghost is holding up a device- an audio device. They’re recording him.

The Ghost must recognize the way Tommy’s shoulders hiked up because he quickly starting explaining. “I’m just recording so we can use it as evidence to dismiss the charge. Don’t worry, nothing will be held against you. Just breathe child, okay? Everything’s gonna be okay.”

It isn’t.

It can’t be.

He thinks to use his power, just enough to disable The Angels arms, but- (Dream collapses on the ground, relaxed. He’s never been relaxed before.) He doesn’t think he could use his power if he wanted to right now. What if he messed up? What if he did something wrong? What if he ruined the nerves in his arms and he could never use them again and he ruined The Angels career forever-

“Phi- okay, Angel, you aren’t helping. Just, let the kid go hang out in the corner again. You’re freaking him out more.”

Tommy is carried over to the corner of an alleyway again, not that he really notices. All he can think about is- (Tommy grabs onto the electrical currents in Dreams brain, cutting them off.)

“Okay, nothing is helping then. What do we do- I mean, the kids having a panic attack, Phil’s in bird mode, and you and I are hopeless with panic attacks and bird mode!”

“Let’s just- okay, Techno, give the kid back to Phil before he like- explodes into feathers or something. And we’ll just take the kid back to headquarters! I mean, he’s no longer struggling, so?”

(Tommy blinks back to reality when he realizes what he’s done. He’s just killed Dream- no, uhm, no he hasn’t. He hasn’t killed him, he can fix this. Just turn the currents back on, simple right?)

“So he can have an even worse panic attack there?! He isn’t even at headquarters yet! He threatened to kill one of us- I think- with whatever his power is, so- we can’t just take him back to headquarters, he could shut down, and then the courts won’t even consider mercy! What if he accidentally kills someone when he gets there?”

“Then what do you suggest Techno? If headquarters finds out we didn’t take the kid to them immediately after retrieving him, they’ll have a fit!”

“I- okay, no, that’s okay. Because- you see, what they don’t know can’t hurt them?”

(He isn’t waking up, the currents won’t wake up, they won’t wake up.)

“Do you know how dangerous that could be Techno?! If they find out-”

“Then what do we do Wilbur?!”

“I- I don’t-”

“Exactly. We have to do something, so unless you can come up with something better-”

(No, no no no he has to wake up, Tommy can wake him up. Just- send the currents back in. Into everything.)

“Fine! We’ll just take him home and untraumatize him before Phil gets attached. Easy enough.”

“Shut up Wilbur. Talk to Phil in your calm, soothing child voice so we can get out of here before someone comes to check on us.”

(Dreams body convulses on the ground, muscles pulsing aggressively. When Tommy stops, he doesn’t wake up. Why won’t he wake up-)

“Phil? … Hey Phil, hi! It’s me, Wilbur! We need to be going home now, can you fly there? … You have an injured child with you, he needs to go home and get care, can you do that? … Me and Techno will head up there later, but you’ve gotta go without us, okay? … We’ll be fine, Phil, you know us! Technoblade is very good with a sword, remember? You made him take all those lessons. … Mhm. Oh, and this injured child is in trouble, so he can’t be spotted by other heroes right now. Take him home, okay?”

(He isn’t going to wake up.)

“You done with your head conversation?”

“Shut up Techno, I can feel his bird brain freaking out right now. Dadza needs comfort.”

“Please tell me we’re leaving soon.”

“We are, we are. … Yes Phil, we’ll be okay. You know this. … Yes we’ll be careful. Look, we- this injured child is running out of time, so hurry back home and don’t get spotted, okay? … okay, get going Phil!”

“Thank Subs, I didn’t think that kid could be deeper into a panic attack. He’s gonna need serious help.”

“Fuck. Techno, by the time we get back Phil will already be trying to find some adoption papers.”

“Is the kid an orphan? L.”

“You- oh my Prime Techno.”

#sleepy boys inc #sleepy bois inc #sbi fic idea #tommyinnit centric #superhero au

[kyinpeachichu]

Genshin impact boys reaction to showing them your magical serenitea pot

===================================================Basically their reaction when you show them a whole adeptal world of your own inside something that can fit in a bag. Characters mentioned: Diluc; Kaeya; Childe/tartaglia; Zhongli; Bennett; Xiao; Kazuha; Albedo. ====================================================

Diluc:

"Your house? I never knew you actually had a place to stay."

- Aaaannnndddddd he turns you down cuz he's busy at the moment.

- You had to ask him a few times but he pretty much turned you down every time.

-He didn't mean anything bad by it. He really was just busy. He still is the dark knight hero after all.

- When he had free time though, he was sitting by himself in his room, and he feels like he's forgetting something.

- Then he remembered you and he thought "Well I have free time now. It would be interesting to see where the traveler lives."

- He went out to find you, and when he did, he brought it up.

- You were so excited and happy when you pulled out your teapot from your inventory..... that it confused him for a second.

- "Oh... uh, I didn't know you collected antiques too Traveler. Is that a new decoration you found for you home?"

- To be honest he thought the teapot looked kinda normal, and it didn't have any historic value by the looks of it. But he didn't want to be rude and question your tastes.

- You looked at him for a second before remembering that you actually have to explain

- "Oh, right. This may be a little confusing but...... this teapot, is my house......"

- Diluc was just straight up confused. He didn’t know what to say. "Uh..... I see....."

- But you didn't let him wait and you let him your teapot home.

- He was surprised of course, but at the same time, he somehow knew something like this could happen to you.

- He was in awe, but he didn't show it. (Much to your disappointment)

Kaeya

"Oh my, Are you inviting me over? Well what gives me the right to say no?"

- you were happy he said yes almost immediately.

- "So, where do we go?" / "Oh, we dont need to go anywhere. My house is riigghhttt- Here!"

- He was surprised when you dug through you inventory and pulled out a teapot.

- He was confused but he didn't say anything.

-You didn't waste time pulling him into your humble abode~

- You turned to see his reaction, and you were happy to see it

- He showed more reaction than Diluc did. His one un-covered eye was open wide and his mouth was ajar. But he didn't let out so much as a gasp.

- After that he laughed and said "You never cease to amaze me Traveler."

Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax

"Sure, I dont have anything to do at the moment."

- and just like that, he agreed

- Being a rich bank owner- (*cough* sugar daddy), you can bet his home in snezhnaya will be a friggin mansion.

- He doesn't expect your house to be a mansion though. But if he sees that it's just an old shed, he's gonna buy you one.

- "So where is this home of yours?"

- You pulled out your teapot from the inventory and he didn't seem surprised.

- But he did wonder what that teapot was for.

- When you finally showed him what it was for, he definitely didn't expect a whole terrain. Much less the mansion infront of him.

- it was smaller than the one he had back home, but it was still a mansion.

- His face was full of wonder than with shock or surprise.

- "I gotta say comrade, when you said you we aking me to your house, I definitely did not expect this."

Zhongli:

"Your house you say. Well I dont have a reason to decline right?"

- To be fair, being an archon who associated with the adepti, he wasn't surprised and immediately knew the second you pulled out a teapot.

- However, the thing that surprised him most was how one of these fell into your hands.

- He cant assumed you found one on your travels. No adeptus would be so foolish as to leave something like this around for a human to find.

- Anyways, when you were both inside he immediately knew who gave it to you.

- "Ah, I see, it was madame Ping who gave thus to you."

- "How did you know?"

- "I feel a certain..... presence of hers. Also, the terrain seems to have her touch."

- He was pleased with how well decorated the place was. (Assuming you didn't fill the place with pine folding screens)

- (He was considering getting one too because he's probably too broke to get a place of his own)

- (But lets leave it to the imagination and hope he's living with Childe in the meantime)

Bennett:

"Oh, you have a house? Gotta say, since you were a traveler, I didnt actually expect you to have a place to stay. Sure I'll visit your house!"

- You dug through your inventory and presented him a teapot

- "Woah whats that? An artifact?" / "Nope, this is where I live."

- Then lo and behold your very own world!

- His eyes were ✨sparkling✨

- Probably have the best reaction out of everyone.

- "Wooaahhhh!!!! Traveler..... you live here?!? I-in the teapot?!? This is a teapot!?!"

- The boy was so excited, running around the place and exploring the whole place!

- He almost didn't even notice the giant mansion that was actually the place where you stayed.

- When you let him inside he was even more excited.

- He asked if he could stay the night before he was even aware he said it.

- And you let him, even gave the guy an extra room.

- "I gotta say traveler, you really are lucky to have a home right in your bag! And I'm lucky to be invited here. Thanks so much!"

- such a sweet boi

Xiao

"Perhaps I can spare some time. Alright, I'll come for a visit."

- Well he was alot easier to convince than you thought

- Actually no you had to find him all over liyue and whenever you did find him, he'd be too busy.

- This is like, the 6th time you asked him

- "Where is it? Is it somewhere within Liyue?"

- You got your teapot and he was confused for a second but immediately knew what it was later.

- before he could say anything you were both inside.

- He was more or less the same as Zhongli. Being an adeptus himself, he had an idea on what was going on, but was surprised you had access to this kind of adeptal magic.

- So sadly, he didn't have the best reaction except for: "Huh, I didn't know you had access to an adeptal world like this. Much less make it your home."

- "Do you like it Xiao?" / "Well ...I suppose it is quite peaceful here."

Kazuha

"An invitation to the home of the traveler who saved Inazuma? Well, it's not like the wind tells me not to."

- He had to ask permission from Beidou first before leaving. She didn't mind.

- "So traveler, where's this humble home of yours?"

- While still on Beidou's ship (cuz thats where he was), you took out your teapot, and he looked quiet puzzled.

- "Fogive me but, is there something you need with this teapot?"

- You let him in (the crew on the ship didn't even notice)

- He was amazed yes. His face looked like he was watching a firework show.

- It was night time in your teapot so the stars were out.

- "Amazing, a whole entire world, all to yourself, inside a simple trinket that a person could turn a blind eye on if it were at a flea market.

And to think suck a world could fit inside a bag, and in the palm of our hands. Traveler, you have always been one to be full of surprises."

- Aw god his poetic speech is just 👌👌👌 (and I'm putting in more)

- he closed his eyes and inhaled the air, listening for the slightest gust of wind. (Yes there is wind the the teapot I think, I do see the grass blowing)

- "It's quiet here, so peaceful. It feels like it's completely safe here. I could find the nearest rock and doze off right now. It's beautiful here traveler. Do you mind if I stay here, just a little longer."

- Boi you can live here for the rest of your life more rent free than Mona if you'd like!

Albedo

"Huh, I never thought a traveler would have the need for place to settle in and sit still for a period of time. But sure, I'd like to see your house. I'm not too busy at the moment"

- You were in his research place right in dragonspine when you asked him.

- He began to clean up his things and getting ready to go, but then you told him that wasn't necessary.

- "Hm? Aren't we leaving?"

- You brought out your teapot, and he looked at it like it you were holding a baby bird.

- "strange, why would we need a teapot traveler?"

- without any further explination you grinned and then you brought him in.

- He was in awe.

- his eyes widened slightly while his mouth fell ajar. But other than that, he was quiet.

- "Amazing, traveler, may I be so bold to ask on what sort of alchemy you used to create this? Or maybe, this isn't alchemy at all....."

- He was more curious about every explination there is to be made than the actual place you two were at.

#genshin impact #kaeya #diluc #albedo #zhongli #childe #tartaglia #bennett #xiao #kazuha #genshin kaeya #genshin kazuha #genshin childe #genshin headcanons #headcanons #genshin albedo #genshin diluc #traveler #genshin zhongli #genshin bennett

[kvrlsefni]

WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME, I KNOW IT'S NOT ME YOU'RE SEEING ; kazutora.

now playing: washing machine heart... by mitski

contents: angst…? fluff? i dont even know. soft kazutora

notes: i doubt this makes sense? but it was around 4am when i started on this maybe i’ll fix it some time later or so🤺

it was early in the morning when kazutora felt your arms wrap around his waist. his eyes slowly fluttered open when it happened, and he started to hear the soft chirping of birds outside of your shared bedroom's window as his gaze fell down to see your hold on him.

you now faced him, and he took it that you probably turned in your sleep at one point throughout the night, because last he remembered, you fell asleep facing away from him.

a small smile made its way to his face when it registered in his mind that you had hugged him while you were asleep.

you let out a few soft groans and you pulled him closer to you.

you must be having a nightmare.

"shh," he cooed as he began stroking your hair with his free hand, "it's okay, y/n."

coddling or gently talking to you usually helped with the nightmares you usually had every now and then. it soothed you to hear his voice, and after a bit, you would calm down after a while.

"i'm here." he said, pulling you close as he enveloped you in a hug. "i'm right here."

mornings were peaceful between you two. oftentimes you both liked to take turns in cooking breakfast or you’d both cook together, but today, you had insisted on being in charge of the kitchen for this morning.

that was of course, until kazutora began wondering why it was taking some time.

it wasn’t like he was mad or impatient, but it was mor like a curiosity. he was curious as to why it had been quite a while and he hasn’t heard anything yet. no stove being on, nothing being mixed or such.

so he took this as his sign to walk towards the kitchen, which wasn’t too far from the dining room.

“y/n? is everything alright in here?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe and watching as you rummaged through the fridge and the pantry.

“hey, sorry.” you apologized as you turned to face your boyfriend with a nervous smile, “i can’t seem to find anything. i think i should drop by the grocery later after breakfast.”

“oh, i can go with you.” kazutora offered. “i don’t have anything planned later anyway.”

“thanks, sweetie, that’d be great.” you smiled as you walked up to him with a quick peck on the cheek, “now shoo. i need to find something to whip up real quick.”

he walked back to sit down on one of the chairs closest to the opened door to the kitchen as he took out his phone.

text messages, social media notifications, emails, there was a lot he had to sort out and read. a lot covered the lock screen, and he did the sensible thing.

he tapped on the small x in the right of notifications center, and in an instant, all of then disappeared until it left only his lock screen, which was of the two of you smiling together.

he just looked at the photo for a bit.

he remembered when this photo was taken. it was one of your earlier dates from a few years ago. despite you telling him to constantly change it, you reasoning being that you didn’t like how you looked back then, he never really complied, since he honestly saw nothing wrong with how you looked back then. he loved it, actually.

he loves how you are now, and how you were before and in between, but in that specific photo, it was like a special memory for him. especially because, earlier dates, right? it was still around the time you were starting to fall for him.

"kazu, do you want to split a yakisoba?" he looked away from his phone to look at you.

you kept your gaze at him, awaiting his response as you barely caught on to his eyes flickering to the peyoung brand of instant noodles in your other hand.

he didn't eat that.

he means, it wasn't that kazutora didn't like it, but he knew that when you looked at him, it wasn't him you were seeing. he knew that when you looked at him, you saw someone else. he knew that the only distinction you probably got that he was him were the blonde streaks of his hair but apart from that, he was him in your eyes.

kazutora knew that when you asked him that, you were asking baji and not him.

and despite all that, he was okay with it.

"sure, y/n." he replies with a smile, "i'd love that."

because he could get hurt a thousand times over and over again and be okay with it, as long as it was you.

#[ ii. juno’s works ] #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #kazutora x reader #kazutora #tokrev #tokyo revengers angst #kazutora angst #baji

[totiredtowrite]

I love how everyones just agreed that daishou is a naga in a fantasy au

Snake

Warnings - cursing, unedited

Note: He could strangle me and I'd apologize. Also tf is his eye colour???

Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI or you're a horrible person who disrespects boundaries of writers :)

You had one job.

All you had to do was pick something up from the market. Your village healer only needed like ten things! Of course you just had to be the nice guy and get it for her.

Still though it was rather rewarding. She was a nice old lady, anyone in the village would do things to help her out. You sighed, furrowing your brows angrily. You should have just let Hanamaki do it. After all, he was the navigator. He'd done it before. He wouldn't get turned around at the simplest fork in the path!

With another heavy sigh, you pulled yourself off of the forest floor. No point in sitting about, right? The place was beautiful, even if it was a little too close to the swamps for your liking.

It's not like the naga and the elves hated each other. No, they were more just...wary. Existing so near to one another made sure that both always knew what the other was up to. You weren't exactly neighbours, (being almost a mile away), but there weren't any other villages in the area. Or, in the snakes case, nests.

Not to mention how the peace treaty kept them at a distance. Most of the younger elves in your village have never seen a Naga. You included. Not that you were that young, though you never had a reason. Training with Oikawa and the rest of the fighters in the village took up most of your time anyway.

Speaking of, you were starting to be thankful that Oikawa makes you train so hard. The walk was starting to near a couple hours.

You rubbed your face. This was bullshit. And how did you even get lost so bad you ended up in the swamps? Well, the outskirts of the swamps, but it still counts. The trees were starting to droop more, vines hanging off of every other one. You stepped in a puddle occasionally, cursing every time you did.

On the bright side, (at least), you knew now to walk in the opposite direction to get home.

You will walk in the opposite direction.

The...opposite...direction.

Or not.

What was the worst that could happen? You were already about two miles away from the market, and there were things in the swamps that you needed. You only had to go a couple yards in, it's not like you were going to wander straight into the heart of the nest.

You drew in a controlled breath. Naga don't typically take strolls along the outside of their nest anyways.

Taking another step in, you started to calm down. The only sounds you could hear were the birds and your own footsteps. The sound every time your boot collided with the ground was rather disgusting, the dampened landscape getting progressively wetter.

You were a couple minutes in, (still not having found the plant you needed), when you heard it.

Even never coming face to face with one, the sound was unmistakable. The only accurate word you could think of was slithering. Like a giant snake making it's way through the swamp.

You froze up instinctively, long, pointed ears twitching to try and catch the sound again. Nothing but your own laboured breathing.

Slowly, after a minute of a whole lot of nothing, your hand creeped towards the dagger in your boot. You knew it was just a supplies run, but better safe than sorry right? Maybe the Naga passed by already.

If you'd turned your head even slightly though, maybe you wouldn't have missed the pair of glowing green eyes watching you.

And maybe you wouldn't be in this position right now.

You couldn't describe how it happened because you weren't even sure how it happened. He moved surprisingly fast for how cumbersome that giant tail must be. Your dagger had clattered to the ground, the murky green blue of his tail coiled around your body.

"Well," his eyes still seemed to glow at you, "What's an elf doing all the way out here?"

You snapped out of your momentary entrancement to actually take in the situation. His eyes, slanted like all Naga, took in every little movement. He actually seemed relatively put together, hair looking tame and neatly parted to one side. His face was rather cut and slim, cheekbones sharp and pronounced. Hell, if he wasn't a Naga he'd still look like a snake.

His tail tightened around you slightly, urging you to answer the question. You sputtered a bit at it. "Well I could ask the same! Your kind don't wander the outskirts like this!" You attempted to sound commanding, hiding the discomfort in your voice.

Luckily he didn't pick up on the fear in your tone, instead giving you a harsh glare and momentarily squeezing you. You let out another harsh breath. "Well at least I'm on my territory."

You were about to retaliate, but you fell short. He was right in a sense. No words were exchanged for a moment. The snake leaned in further narrowing his eyes further, (if that was even possible), and studying your features. "So it's true then?" He finally said something.

You regarded him with confusion.

"About your kind," he poked at the satchel that you'd also dropped. "They're all pretty."

You blanked. You were about to comment on the fact that 'ruggedly handsome' might be a better term, but ultimately decided against it. All elves, regardless of shape or size, gender or skin tone, were ultimately just...better, in a sense. Stronger, faster, they lived longer, and, as he said, prettier.

"Have you never seen an elf before," You sneered instead.

"Have you never seen a Naga?" He shot back quickly, head tilting slightly. Seeming more comfortable, he had a sly smirk on his face.

You didn't respond.

He laughed almost tauntingly. "Dont look so confident elf," he leaned in closer, to the point where you could feel his breath on your lips. "What makes you think I won't wring," you felt his tail shifting, "You," it got tighter, "Dry?"

You attempted to scoff, the sound being cut short at the pressure on your chest. "And-" you took in a breath, "And break the peace treaty? No way," you let out a raspy laugh.

He let something else take up his attention. His hands lifted to your ears, long, slender fingers trailing along them and prodding at the pointed tips. You shuddered. His hands were cold. Unsurprising of course, but still catching you off guard.

"Would you cut that out! Just tell me your name and let me go!" You snapped.

"Someones impatient," he, quite literally, hissed. In all honesty, listening to him speak was somewhat addicting. You'd thought it was just a stereotype, how half snake people always dragged out the 'S' in the words they say. As it turns out you were wrong.

"Okay, let's just keep this civil." You exhaled slowly. "My name is (l/n) (y/n), I'm trying to find something for my village medic. Who are you?"

He eyes you suspiciously before responding. "Daishou. I'm just...patrolling."

You nodded, pushing your arms out slightly. You were still wrapped in his tail.

Sending your discomfort, Daishou loosened his grip. The sound of his tails grip going slack following soon after his realization. You sighed with relief, slumping to the ground as he repositioned himself to face you.

It took you a moment to look up.

"What are you looking at," he hissed at you.

In truth, everything. His scales were brighter than you thought Naga usually were, green blue and muted yellow. "Nothing," you said, mouth still agape.

"Right." He clearly sounded unconvinced, though he decided not to pursue the matter any further.

You had to admit to yourself, he was rather attractive too. He gave you another look at your continued staring. "What were you even here for anyways?" He slithered closer.

"Just- uh," you stuttered slightly. The tail made him look more dangerous than he most likely was. Or not, he might be just as dangerous as you thought. "I...forgot."

He couldn't stay composed, snickering at you.

"What?" You huffed and stood up, pulling your satchel over your shoulder once more.

"Nothing," he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, face going red. "Get back safely okay?"

You, confused at his little bout of care, nodded. "Okay."

You turned around, though just before you walked off he stopped you. "Oh, and elf."

You turned once more. "Hm?"

"Try to stay aware next time," he opened your palm and placed your dagger in it, another sly smile making its was onto his face.

"We wouldn't want another snake to catch you."

#hq x male reader #m!reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #male reader #haikyuu x male reader #daishou x male reader #daishou suguru x male reader

[gojology]

— Gojo and Nanami | Their Insecurities

pairing : insecure gojo x gender neutral reader, insecure nanami x gender neutral reader warnings : unedited, probably some misspellings, maybe some cursing, i probably dont make sense at all wordcount : 1703 a/n : this is so bad dear god please forgive me for deeming this as content

GOJO SATORU ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Gojo’s insecure about his lack of bodyhair. His lack of facial hair and arm hair worries him. Being babyfaced wasn’t something positive in his eyes- no, he wishes he was physically more masculine.

   Your eyes meet his, the sun rays bathing both of you in an orange filtered light. His mouth is slightly opened, skin flush to the touch. After a night of intimacy, your ready for another round, pushing your palm towards his forehead. “Good morning, Satoru.” you say, voice slightly wavering even in the most private presence, without the formalities and what not, he’s surprisingly normal, and it’s taken you a bit to adjust to that. He’s warm, but it’s the good kind of warm, and it shows on his silly, dopey smile.

    You guess it wasn’t the time for more sex, so you resist your urges, directing the energy to something else.

    Gradually, your palms find themselves on his cheeks, and you pinch them slightly, giving him a look you hope is loving- because you really do mean it. Your rest assured, as the curve to his swollen lips grew even wider. The sounds of bird chirped as your fingers danced across his jawline, finally at your final stop, his chin. 

    You tip his chin up, and sure enough, hickeys are adorning his neck. A feeling of joy and honor fills you for a brief second, you were the one that was allowed to see him vulnerable, given the pass into his locked up heart. He finally breaks the silence between the two of you, pushing away your slack hand delicately. 

    It’s peculiar, there’s a tremble to his lips, like he’s scared, or about to burst into a fit of tears. You think it should be the other way around, but here you were, arms held close to your chest, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, bated breath preventing you from questioning the sudden change in tone. 

    “Hey, um, Y/N, weird ass question, but, am I hairy? Like, wooly mammoth hairy?” 

    You can’t tell if it’s sarcasm or not.

    Trying not to make a face, you shrug your shoulders. “Well, I mean, not really. You’re actually pretty nonhairy, in terms of uh... The average-” you pause, realizing how drastically his face fell. “-But I do like non-hairy guys! Who would wanna date a wooly mammoth anyways? Hey, baby..” you coo, giving him a tiny peck on the cheek, fluttering your eyelashes.     “What’s this about? Hey, you know, you can just be straightforward with me, I don’t mind.” 

    He doesn’t take a moment of hesitation, exasperatedly blurting out, “Does my lack of.. Hair, bother you?” but it seems he regrets it, your cheeks puffing up, stifling a giggle. Yet, he maintains the bone-chilling eye contact, his eyes are as vivid as ever, so blue it looked like the entrance to heaven. Your immediately lulled, whatever he was going to say was definitely urgent.

    “W-What? Are you being serious?” covering your mouth, your voice is muffled, but his face looks absolutely terrified, and you relish in how funny he looked. It wasn’t everyday that he was genuinely frightened, well, maybe he didn’t show it often.    “Of course not! Why would I be even remotely worried about bodyhair when I have something way more eye-catching in front of me?”

    The shock turns into a sheepish smile, returning for a second time, your heart melting instantly. He takes a long, deep breath, exhaling the tension away, tugging at the covers to go over his chest. You hadn’t realized that he had stolen more than half of the blanket for himself, but you don’t make a fuss about it. 

    For all the weight he carried on his sagging shoulders, you’re sure the warmth is appreciated. 

NANAMI KENTO ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Nanami thinks he’s a boring person, through and through. Outside of work, he doesn’t see why anyone would want him. Some days, he wonders if he should pick up on Gojo’s personality, telling jokes and being sarcastic and what not.

   The fine, white porcelain Nanami had gifted you was beautiful, to say the least. Nanami frequently shone it until it glimmered in the light, wiping any smudge or speck of dirt that dared to get on his beloved tea set that he gifted to you a few months prior. Gold trim, alongside depictions of birds fluttering about, and your favorite flowers. It’s perfect for you, and that’s why he had gotten it. His eyes had instantly brightened, picturing your beaming face as you served the two of you some tea.

   But he wonders, would you be happier if he perhaps gifted you something more up to date in comparison to the porcelain? He had enough money to buy you the world, bags, jewelry, he’d often used to hear stories of his co-workers giving their wives expensive, well, anything, and they’d be over the moon. A sudden realization grew inside of him at the thought of this:    

   Was he too out-of-date?    

   The thought went rampant in his usually collected mind, twisting and turning at night, only the sound of you, deep in sleep, could calm the troubled man down. As a consequence to his overthinking, he got little to no rest, and if he got little to no rest, his eyebags would turn their ugly, sneering faces in his direction.

     And so, as he’s baking tea cakes to go along with the afternoon tea the two of you would routinely drink, he’s going deep into depth of himself. He’s a good worker, good at...

     What was he good at? Aside from work, he can’t see why he’d be of use. Nanami acknowledges he’s stoic, which may be good in some cases, but often, everyone runs away from him because he appears as scary with those cold, calculating eyes. As opposed to Gojo, everyone enjoyed how lenient of a teacher he was. Well, Nanami isn’t sure on that, maybe aside from Megumi, Nobara, and Yuuji, everyone hated that. Regardless, him and Gojo don’t share something in common.

     Gojo has humor, and he doesn’t. 

     So why did you like him? 

     Nanami’s subconsciously drumming his long, bony fingers against the counter, eyes studying the ceiling like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Steadily, an acrid smell completely overwhelmed your senses- now, you’re hacking into your arm, and finally, Nanami comes back to Earth. 

     He blinks a few times, like he’s drinking in his surroundings, before he realizes the tea cakes are completely burning into a crisp.

Now, he’s on heightened alert, yanking open the handle to the oven and fanning out the flames with a random oven mitt he had hastily grabbed for. Beads of sweat are developing on his skin, before finally, you rush in, still hacking up a storm with a large pot of freezing water in your shaking hands.

     Nanami curses himself for ever appearing as informal, but then he remembers he’s infront of his significant other, he didn’t have to put on an act. His face relaxes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he’s paused- by you. You raise your palm up at him, the other hand opening up a window looking over the garden.

      “Nana.” he freezes completely, the affectionate nickname was specially reserved for confrontations like this. You spoke softly, which, for some reason, was significantly worse than you screaming into his ear. Your eyes follow suit, staring at his collar, loosening his tie. He winces, but Nanami’s not sure why he does. You had touched him millions of times, so why was it now that he didn’t accept it?

     “Yes, my love?” he finally breathes out, wrapping a strong, gentle arm around your waist just loosely. You place your thumb just below his lower lip, your index finger rubbing his plush lips all at the same time. The exchange is purely affectionate, yet, he’s still tense. 

    “What has gotten into you?” you murmur. 

    “I- Nothing, darling, I’ll bake another-” 

    “No.” is all you say before you grab him by the chin, unwavering. Usually, those piercing eyes of his are emotionless, something shocking. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, so why is it that it’s blocked off? But you guess it wasn’t the case here, he stared back with the same level of intensity, fear and peculiarity. You stay in that position for a little, savoring just how much you must mean to him, it wasn’t everyday he was vulnerable and let you inside.      Your breathing is heavy, eyelids heavy as well due to his routinely ruckus every night, but you’re determined to erase any trace there was left of that.       You kiss him. It’s sloppy, yet chaste. A fight for dominance usually occurs between the two of you, and almost routinely, Nanami wins, but this time, he lets you do the work. 

   Your lips never once trail away from his own. Heavy breathing through nostrils, hands roaming where it shouldn’t at such an early time, but who gave a fuck about the rules? It wasn’t a workplace, and you’d never let it be one. He clings onto your figure, you savor his muscular physique. Not once do his hands not roam, your flesh was his, and his was yours. 

    Finally, you pull away, heat rising to your cheeks, tears are beginning to dawn on your glassy eyes. “I’ve listened to you roll around in bed every night, mumbling shit about how you don’t see why I’d want you. You better donate your eyes and brain to charity right now.” 

   This wasn’t the reaction, or beatdown he was expecting. He flinches at the vivid image he got of you gouging out his eyeballs. “...Why must I do that? 

   “Because, you don’t use them, obviously. If you took a fucking second of your life to look deeper into your personality below the surface level, you’d see how fucking amazing you are and I love you for that.” 

   Shaking your head furiously, you shush him up yet again when he finally decides to speak up, tears are beginning to spill down your cheeks. “Shut up, Nana. Shut. Up.” pulling him in for another kiss, your hands grabbing at his shoulder like he was going to let go. 

   But he never did. 

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[hoodieofholland]

Can u write a tickling war with best-friend!tom. Maybe Haz records them and post on insta so fans start to ship them ? ❤️

A/n: added some context first, got this idea and couldn't help but write it, hope you dont mind :)

Friends to lovers au - Actor!tom x best friend!reader

Warnings: none, just fluffy stuff

Masterlist

"Have anything planned for the evening, love?"

You hear Tom calling for you, but decide to keep reading the book on your hands nonetheless, not daring to avert your gaze to his face. Keeping a stoic face, you read through the lines of your book, though you're not really paying any attention to it. You just wanted to teach your best friend a lesson.

"Y/n? You here?" He chuckles nervously, trying to ease the thick air of tension he brought to himself. You were mad at Tom since last night, when he admitted he watched a movie with a girl, his date - a movie that both of you were excited to watch.

You shouldn't be so mad at it, you thought to yourself, but you were. Tom was your best friend, and you wanted all the best things for him, but that didn't mean putting any other girl above you. Knowing that he spent a precious time - which is pretty scarse for him because of his job - with another woman, watching your favorite movie together, drove you mad.

And, obviously, it did have something to do with your little crush on him, but you'd never - ever - admit this part.

"Y/n, darling, won't you talk to me?", he sighed, taking a seat on the couch besides you. You're taking most of its space, but he doesn't mind, touching your ankle ever so softly.

"I'm not your darling, for what I recall", you say in a cold and empty voice, flipping a page on your book.

Tom sighs heavily. He knows it's not true, but he feels hurt anyways. "Well, at least you're not giving me the silence treatment", he mumbles to himself, under his breathe. You look at him through your lashes, face still down.

"I would, if I wanted to", you flip through another page, "But came to the conclusion that it's not worth my time nor energy".

Tom grimaces, knowing you were joking, but not liking your tone. "Y/n, love, I've told you I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again".

His pleading voice touches your insides, and you squirm on your seat. Once you make the mistake of looking to his face, into those beautiful puppy brown eyes, you sigh in defeat, closing your book and putting it aside.

"It better not, Holland", you cross your arms. Tom wrinkles his nose.

"Don't call me that"

"Well, since you're in redemption, I think I might call you whatever the shit I want", you say, shrugging.

Tom opens his mouth in chock, but doesn't argument. "So, we're fine again?"

You pout, a fake deep in thoughts expression, before saying, "We'll see about that. For now, I rather be on my own company and maybe watch some of my favorite movies alone. Or maybe I should invite Haz"

Tom narrows his eyes. "Your favorite movies are my favorite movies", he says as a matter of fact.

"Yes, that's correct", you give him a victory smile and then get up from the sofa. "So, I'll be back in-"

Before you can finish your sentence or moves, a yelp scapes your throat by the surprise when Tom grabs your hips and pull you back to the sofa, your back landing on it not so softly.

"What the fu-"

"You're not gonna do it, y/n", Tom says, taking hold of your wrists and pinning both of your hands above your head. And though he was so talented on what he did for a living, you couldn't say he was playing the greatest role now, pretending to be stern and mad while hovering his body over yours. In fact, you could see his playful smirk on the corner of his thin lips. "'Cause now you're held against your will. And if you wanna watch those movies so bad, you're gonna take my company, you liking it or not".

"Unfair. You take another girl to watch what I wanted to, but I can't invite Haz, my incredibly friendly best friend?", you tease, wiggling your brows, but Tom's smile drops.

"He's not your best friend", Tom states, the grip on your wrists getting a little tighter.

"From now on, I decided that this is him".

Tom's face assumes an expression of doubt, just to fade to a smug one once again. "You're just jealous".

You arch your brows, incredulous. His breathing is so close to your face right now that you can sense your closeness, and if you're not imagining this yourself, it was very possible that the both of you touched each other's lips right now.

"Jealous of what?", you swallow thickly, eyes averting to his lips on them on. You can see his smirk growing immediately.

"Well, darling...", he emphasized, his accent thick enough to send shivers down your spine. "You're jealous of my date".

"Only on your imagination, Thomas", you split too quickly, which didn't make it any easier to swipe off that smugness on his face. If anything, it just made the whole situation worse.

"It's clear as water to me", he leans in, a wide smile plastered on his face, making his eyes wrinkle. The air seems to be stuck on your throat as he does so, and your heart scapes a beat when he gives you a sweet kiss on your cheek. "But you don't have to, sweetheart. You're the only girl I wanna around".

You know you shouldn't take this to the heart, but it's not up to you the tight feeling on your chest when you hear these words. You try yo convince yourself that he only says it as a friend, but something in his eyes, in the way he speaks those words with so much meaning slipping out of his lips, makes you imagine that wanted to share something else with you.

You sigh, feeling your walls break down. Tom was a charmer, you knew it already, but the way he spook with you, the sweetness of his words were beyond this part of his personality.

"You sound convincing", you try to say playfully, but you don't smile and stare directly into his eyes. He does the same.

"Because it's true", Tom tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, avoiding your eyes as he loses himself in his thoughts. "Yesterday, I realized that I was looking for something that I already have. Isn't it dumb?", he looks at you with a kind yet insecure smile. You give it back.

"Well, it doesn't surprise me". You heartbeat is so quick that you can bet he can listen to it, for the proximity. He's so pretty. You want to tell him that you feel like this, that you couldn't chase whatever you and Tom had, that this part of your life felt complete.

But the moment you part your lips to say so, Tom's smile widens and he releases your wrists just to take his hands to your belly. "You sure about that, love? Wanna take it back?", he says, a devilish smile playing on his face.

"Never"

"You asked for it, y/n", and then it all started. Tom started to tickle your belly, just on your weak point, where he knew you were more sensitive at. You quickly loose your air, gasping and laughing at the same time as he works his fingers on your skin.

"Oh, my God, Tom, stop!", you yell, rolling to the sides as you try to kick him away from you. Tom laughs' fill the air around you, and it's the most beautiful sound of your day.

"Make me, darling"

You fight with all your strength (and part of you believe he left his body loosen a bit, so you could have any chance to turn the game over). Finally, you're able to throw your body towards his and have him laying on the couch instead, your body over his as you tickle his neck, holding him im place by lacing his lower half with your legs.

"Not so funny, uh?" You tease, watching as his body squirms under you. You laugh along him, but it's not much time until he starts to tickle you back.

"What the hell you guys doing? Can hear you from across the-" Haz enters the living room, stopping in his tracks as soon as he catches the sight of his two friends in a tickling war. He chuckles silently, amused by the way you looked like a lovely couple already.

He knew about Tom's crush on you, and even though you'd never verbalize it, he had an idea about yours too. He sigh contentedly, a peaceful smile on his face, leaning against the door frame. The two of you don't even notice the moment he grabs his phone and point the camera at you, recording the scene.

Tom suddenly flip the two of you, propping himself on his elbows over you. "Say you're sorry", he demands out loud, still managing to tickle you.

"I- I have nothing- to be sorry abou-" you can't even speak an entire sentence, out of breath as you fight to win the battle. "You the one in redemption!"

Haz has to hold back his laughter. What two love birds.

He stops the filming when the two of you seem tired enough and are about to give up the tickling war. Making his way back discreetly, he opens his Instagram app and post the video as a Stories.

After the fight, reconciliation

Laughing to himself, he shakes his head and post.

Haz didn't know it by the time he posted the video, but by the end of that day, the internet would be overwhelmed with so many messages shipping you and Tom, who couldn't avoid the obvious fact that both of you were in love with each other anymore.

#tom holland #tom holland blurbs #tom holland imagines #tom holland fic #tom x reader #friend to lovers!tom #tom holland fluff #actor!tom #best friend!reader

[losersclublol]

kinda weird and odly specific (fem) stozier bff head cannons !!!

stan has only ever let her bare feet out around richie

they quote the twins from like that one snl sketch. wait lemme specify. this one and they quote all the john mulany ones. like “we’re so close we finish eachother..” “off”. “his bootys real” “but my personality is fake”

they do those smule duets together and it’s a hot fucking mess but kinda good???

stupid. fucking. tiktoks.

so many

richie insists that they only do like one but they’re both on a friendship high and end up making like 20 and they’re all messy yet funny and good

a few of them blew up

cause why wouldn’t they. like you take richie, an actual comedian, and stan, an actual comedian who just won’t get paid for it. and you get comedic genius with the right amount of fruityness

ew no but matching pjs at sleepovers omg

sleepovers would either be like “we need sleep but you’re at my house” or “almost breaking something whilst having an amazing time and oh wow how did that get in your hair”

stan does richies hair at least once a month and she keeps telling richie to just do her hair like this and it’ll look this good all the time and richie keeps saying she will but noooooooo she doesn’t cause she’s a little dirt girl who has to look messy

they make the weirdest but best snacks together (i used to dip cabbage in lemonade, it was bomb)

they make little cooking videos/vlogs but it’s just stan looking tired and doing a good job, richie getting lost and confused and both of them losing everything they put down

“anyway now we need the spatula to mix it all up… where is the spatula” “how tf would i know dumbass you had it last” “okay don’t be mean stancy but seriously where is it i just had it” “bro i don’t know just retrace your steps or something idk… wait no where tf is it it’s not here” “see what i mean???” *confused looking* “omg where is it” “it’s gonna burn !” “no ! we made that together ! where is it !!!” *even more confused and stressed looking* “I DONT KNOW “ *harmonised screaming* “wait no no no it’s fine i’ll just turn the heat off for now” “oh thank god you’ve saved us,,, wait nvm no need i found it !” “where was it?” “oh the counter right next to us” “omg”

they’re the only ones who can see each others like ugly cackle only for bff snorty loud yet so silent laugh (please tell me you know what one i’m talking about)

the amount of times they’ve gotten in trouble for laughing so much omg

one time richie made them “hold hands” with their feet

she got punched but she got a picture so it’s worth it

their contact photos for eachother are the both best and worst pictures they have of the other

no other losers can see them

stozier eyes only

they definitely had one of those joint bff instagram accounts when they were like 12

omg musically

they had a shared account on musically too and it is the best thing ever made

HOLY SHIT ITS A GOLD MINE

“honey you already know i’m the slomo queen” and it’s just them doing some stupid ass spin with glasses on or something

stan has glasses

reading kinda glasses not like richies blind ass ones

omg no stan being farsighted is so funny to me tho i’ve thought about it before

like she can see birds like a mile away but walks into every fucking pole ever

she just can’t see them (how?? idk)

they share clothes

obviously

but when one of them comes over to the others house for a sleepover they just immediately change into whatever clothes is there

shared wardrobe

y’know my dad once put on my sisters jeans and they fit

sorry back on topic

i hate to be the one to say it but

they were each other’s first kiss and you can not tell me they weren’t

it’s up to you how it happens but it did

stans scared of spiders and richie takes advantage of that as much as possible (within reason she’s not an asshole)

she used the like spider on your face filter r to scare stan and it worked

she horror screams every time

THIS MASSIVE FUCKING SPIDER JUST CRAWLED OVER ME AND ITS LOST WTF

no no no fuck this no no

FUCK WHAT THE FUCK FUCK OFF NO

kms

i meant “i’m” but like yeah sure

anyways i’m sleeping downstairs tonight

they make up insane stories about stans bat mitzvah bc they were the only losers there

they shoot the straw wrappers at each other no doubt

have been mistaken for a couple too many times to count

they hold hands when they’re out and about (cause stan feels anxious and needs constant reassurance that she’s not gonna be left alone, also cause bffs)

they’ve got like ten of the bff necklaces and bracelets

like those wee bacon and egg ones that have the words “best” and “friends” on it

(stan got the bacon one)

they’re both lactose intolerant but have ice cream dates

whenever they have like picnics stan always brings perfectly cut fruit and nice sandwiches and food and stuff and richie brings all the snacks that they both like

stans like the mum who makes the cute little bentos

soup making omg

they’ve 100% cosplayed like heather chandler and veronica and like oh god i don’t wanna say it but bakudeku HDHSJXBHXHAJSNSN

i’m sorry but it’s funny

it was unintentional at first tho

richie was doing the deku voice for a tiktok and stan was telling her to stfu and people ran with it

WHY IS THAT SO FUNNYHXVSHXB BHSKSMSM N JEJNS

they’ve definitely ugly cried together

well of course

but it still had to be said

and like cuddles awwwwww

also they genuinely love eachother

whether it’s romantic or platonic they are like soulmates to me

well to me all the losers are soulmates but stozier are just the ultimate best friends

okay y’know what i’m gonna end this here

also i have no clue how to do the read more things apologies

oh and if anyone has any tips on how to do it in the mobile that would be so appreciated !!!

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