#i miss my stupid candy horn freaks

[lusus]

my birthday is in like 4 hours

#wough . #i hope i can get. some kind of art done before the year ends. to post here. maybe. praying #i miss my stupid candy horn freaks

[woweekazow33]

TW: Angst, Father issues, death, su!c!d3 hintings, and there are no typing quirks used in this. There is a quirk version on my page.

Vee sat in her room, listening to her father and uncle fight. Her mother had died a couple sweeps back when she was simply a grub. Her mothers death bothered her father so much that, due to her being an exact genetic clone of her mother, made him try and bring her mother back through her. But she simply just didn’t like anything her mother seemed to at her age. Such as sweets and corsets. She didn’t like those things and would rather have sour candy or off the shoulder shirts. Although she never exactly realized the mold he was attempting to fill her into until now, hearing her uncle call him out on it. She never knew her uncle as the mature type, but she guesses she misunderstood him. She knew that she freaked them out, hell, her uncle could barely look at her sometimes. She hung her head low into her knees, waiting for the argument to die down. 

Soon enough it did, she heard the door slam. She shakily got up, and went to go check out the damage done. Once she was down she saw her father kinda just brooding in the corner. It really was a kind of pathetic sight, him just sitting there head tucked in his knees.. She isn't sure if that's exactly how to explain it with his horns preventing him from looking downwards. All that matters is he’s in the corner really. She looked at his pathetic figure, arms crossing. ‘’What are you doing?’’ She asked, her tone monotone as it usually was while talking to her father.

“i- uh,, well i-’’m thinking,, about,, things.. gosh i hope we didn’t disturb you too much, Vexium..” Her eye twitched in irritation as she heard that name. That was her mothers name, not hers. Well, it was hers but she didn’t want it to be. That wasn’t going to be her name until her stupid mom died. 

‘’How many times do i have to tell you! I’m not mom. I’m me! And it’s obvious that no one will be able to convince you otherwise. You wont get her back! She’s dead, dad!’’ She shouted, trying to get him to actually listen to her for once.

He sighs, leaning his head against the wall.. Well as much as he could with his stupid horns. “Fuck…...” he curses for the first time she thinks EVER(god this man is a loser). He can barely stand to look her in the eyes, or even AT HER really. Before he can really say anything else Vee decides that he’s probably just gonna say some bullshit which just makes her more upset. 

‘’It’s been what.. Sixteen years? I dont think you can get her back. And forcing this onto your daughter isn’t good! Think about me! Think about who i am and not who you want me to be for your stupid fantasy of having mom back!’’ She shouted ever so slightly louder, she loved her dad as much as she could. But fuck, dude. ‘’And trust me, dad. I want mom back too, i miss her every day, but i can't do this. I cant be mom for you, i can’t just replace her so you dont have to think about the fact she’s fucking dead!’’ She sobbed out, when did she start crying? She hated crying in front of people, but if this is what it takes for him to finally listen to her then it’s what she’s willing to do.

Strnin goes into full panic mode. He didn’t want this to happen but FUCK if it wasn’t completely his fault. All of this was directly caused by him. “wait—-- don’t cry!! well,, cry if you need too??” god he sucked at this “vee…… i- i know you aren’t her..” big wet tears roll down his stupid grey cheeks.. Vee can’t even tell why he’s *actually* crying right now. “But god damn it—--” is all Vee needed to hear before she went off again.

‘’But what, dad? But what?!’’ She walked closer to him, rage fueling her bones.

“You look JUST like her,,*but* you aren’t her……” he wants so badly to just get away from this confrontation, go away and hide in a tunnel somewhere. He’s already had this fight with Rainii, he doesn’t need MORE conflict… he *wants* to be left alone, but that's obviously not going to happen. He feels overwhelmed with everything that’s happening, that‘s happened. Everything he had to comfort himself was quickly falling apart around him.

‘’Just because i look like her doesnt give you the right to MAKE me her!’’ She was standing as in front of him as she could be. Her heart hurt, she didn’t want to hurt her father but she couldn’t stand him seeing her as someone she couldn’t physically be for him. She couldn’t be what he wanted, and she didn’t know how to make that go through his head. ‘’If i could trade my life for her to be alive and here with you, i fucking would. But would she aprove of you doing this? of you changing her and your child into being her so you could ignore the fact she died? I dont think she would! And you need to get out of your fucking head and realize that, hey im leaving in a sweep! You cant keep ignoring who i am, and when i leave,’’ She paused to take a shaky breath in, trying not to cry more than she already was. ‘’And when i leave, you wont have someone to pretend is mom. You wont have somone to keep you sane, and… in all fucking honesty I’m scared of what you’ll do to yourself when i do eventually leave, dad.’’ She failed miserably and was sniffling every chance she had.

Seeing Vee cry.. Hurt. knowing that he caused that was even worse. He just wanted to make everything better. He should have BEEN better. Rainii was right. Strnin let out a shaky breath, knowing he had to be strong. He was the adult here and he needed to man up. “Vee……i’m so sorry..” he wants to hug her. He wants to so bad.. But did *she* want a hug from him..? He felt awful that he didn’t actually know. Vexium had been pretty touch averse but.. Vee wasn’t Vex. “is.. god,, you shouldn’t need to worry about me like that” he gestures to let her into his arms, not pushing anything though.

She looked at him for a moment, her lip quivering. ‘’But I cant help worrying about you, especially after moms passing.’’ She said, letting him embrace her. She hugged him back, getting her teary-ness all over his shoulder. ‘’But please dad, you need to get over mom… it’s been 16 years man..’’ She giggled, half joking with him.

“You know,, this was something that i wouldn’t have been able to do with vex..” he says, hoping that maybe that helped SOMETHING, or was at least acceptable to say. 

‘’That’s a start, i guess’’ She smiled, hugging him tighter before letting go.

#angst #ao3 #homestuck #alternative #authors #books #one shot #angst with a happy ish ending #trollsona #troll oc #homestuck trolls #homestuck trollsona #homestuck sona #homestuck oc #homestuck fantroll #this is placed in the epilogues #yurrr #quirkless

[yanderenightmare]

QUICK!! synonym for slut and bastard pleeez reading through your fica i know you have like a thousand

NICKNAMES

SEXUALLY DEGRADING NICKNAMES YANDERE CALLS DARLING:

whore

cunt

slut

bad girl

brat

bitch

bitch in heat

cock craving whore/bitch/slut...

cock-sleeve

fleshlight

cock-toy

cock-sucker

cock-whore

cow

crybaby

cuck

cuckold

cum-bucket

cum-dump

cum-dumpster

cum-junkie

cum-muffin

cum-rag

cum-whore

cum-slut

cunt

dirty girl/whore/slut/bitch...

dumb bitch/whore/cunt...

fuck

fuck-slave

fuck-bunny

fuck-hole

fuck-meat

fuck-muffin

fuck-toy

rope-bunny

girl/boy

good girl/boy

hole

lazy-ass

little girl/boy

maid

meat

my little girl/boy

naughty

naughty little slut/whore/girl/boy...

needy

no-good bitch/slut/whore...

good-for-nothing bitch/slut...

pet

pig

piggy

play-toy

toy

property

pussy

servant

sex-slave

skank

slave

slut

whore

worthless bitch/slut/whore

ball-licker

hoe

skag

puppet

OTHER DEGRADING BUT NONE-SEXUAL NICKNAMES YANDERE CALLS DARLING (most of these are in a school setting, where yandere bullies darling):

quirkless

loser

extra

nerd

four-eyes

flat-chest

freckles

cheeks

doe-eyes

betty-boop

buttercup

dumbo

bo peep

pip

barbie

brat

ladybug

minnie

kirby

kuromi

tinker bell

specs

glasses

goggles

geek

dweeb

bookworm

dink

dumbbell

dork

loser

crybaby

dopey

dumbass

doofus

dummy

freak

waste

stupid

idiot

useless

wimp

clown

clutz

ditz

silly

fool

scaredy-cat

fraidy-cat

weakling

virgin

goodie-two-shoes

stuck-up

little-miss-perfect

twerp

people-pleaser

teacher's pet

suck-up

kiss-ass

stick-in-the-mud

good-girl

school-girl

shortie

short-stuff

power-puff

bun-bun

tweety-bird

squirtle

pussyfoot

smurfette

chip

daisy

pebble

carebear

puss in boots

bam bam

roo

mumble

pikachu

snoopy

bambi

pusheen

jigglypuff

pinkie pie

fluttershy

sweetie belle

boo

shortcake

shrimp

pipsqueak

OTHER CUTE or not so cute NICKNAMES YANDERE CALLS DARLING:

lamb

bunny

shortcake

fire-cracker

mouse

peanut

sweet-pea

dove

birdie

duckling

turtle-dove

chibi

teddy

teddy-bear

baby

babe

kitty

kitten

sweetheart

princess

beautiful

angel

angel-face

little one

buttercup

toots

cupcake

cookie

pookie

snookie

snookums

baby-doll

baby-cakes

doll

love

peaches

peach

pretty

sweetie

honey

cupcake

cutie-pie

cutie

boo

candy

sugar

precious

SPITEFULE NICKNAMES DARLING CALLS YANDERE:

wierdo

sicko

perv

pervert

snake

leach

a-hole

ass

asshole

creep

freak

worm

jerk

sick fuck

panty-sniffer

psycopath

monster

beast

animal

insane fucker/fuck/creep

sick

stalker

lurker

peeper

bully

oaf

swine

gross fuck

villain

EADEARING NICKNAMES DARLING CALLS YANDERE, or names yandere might make darling call him:

softie

goof

master

king

god

hero

daddy

love

husband

handsome

darling

dear

honey

hubby

NICKNAMES YANDERE CALLS DARLING'S BOYFRIEND or other people that might get in the way:

worthless piece of shit

coward

shrimp

small-fry

squirt

pipsqueak

pup

snot-nosed wimp/loser...

asswipe

assclown

assfuck

bastard

cunt

dick

dickwad

dickweed

douche

fucker

fuckstain

fucktard

jackass

piece of shit

sack of shit

scumbag

scum

shitface

shithead

worm

sleaze

twat

twit

turd

waste

wimp

worm

lapdog

ass

dick

fucker

horn-ball

mother-fucker

shit-stain

loser

skidmark

the list is just a general guide. I sometimes use names from one list for another purpose. f.eks if the darling is being really rebellious and manages to hurt the yandere in some way, the yandere might call her a psychopath for a change and not the other way around.

#nicknames #pet names #writing #yandere writing #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere prompt #yandere prompt list #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere aesthetic

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half-Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 2!

Part 1 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

Okay, They’re Your Cousins but You’re Not Sure How They’re Related to You...

(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)

(It’s mostly Luke)

Barbs likes smol Lucifer. Smol Lucifer likes Barbs. They bake together with Luke. MC nearly set the kitchen on fire. MC needed to learn to cook.

MC is forever delegated to mixing duty because they refuse to admit that they don’t know how to work the oven.

Simeon is the one telling MC embarrassing stories about Lucifer and the rest of the Student Council from when they were all angels. Lucifer never hated Simeon more than when he found out that Simeon told MC about how hard Lucifer cried when he got to hold baby Mammon for the first time. MC was sworn to secrecy.

Well... sworn to secrecy, but if Uncle Mammon just happened to find out through a series of coincidences it wouldn’t be MC’s fault, right?

Simeon also tried to help teach MC to fly... but he kept distracting them with stories about Lucifer and Michael learning to fly.

“So my father was even WORSE than he told me he was?!”

“Yes, he actually challenged Michael and Raphael to a race at one point. Lucifer ended up slamming directly into a wall because he didn’t know how to stop.”

“SIMEON!”

Solomon was absolutely fascinated with MC. How did their half demon half human nature affect their reaction to certain spells and potions? Do half demons have more or less magical strength than normal demons? Can half demons make pacts with humans? Wait- Lucifer why are you taking MC away they were talking- Lucifer!

Immortal troll needs to troll. MC is the unwitting victim of many of Solomon’s shenanigans.

“Why must I speak in rhymes?! This is the end of times!”

“MC, just stop talking.”

“Father, I don’t mean to be a bother but-”

“So the rhyming spell works the same on half demons... interesting...”

“Solomon...”

“I’m leaving, Lucifer. I’m leaving!”

Aw! Two kids in the Devildom! They were fast friends. Sure, Luke was a little annoying and MC was a bit of a dick, but their mutual smallness and desire to impress their parental figures brought them together.

“Michael’s just so cool and amazing! The way he flies, the way he commands everyone... I want to be just like him someday!”

“Is that why you’re making a cake?”

“Michael has a sweet tooth, and I want to impress him.”

“I wonder if Lucifer likes sweets...”

“Why would you want to give HIM sweets?”

MC just gave Luke a toothy grin and started making the dough for the cake.

Remember back in Lucifer’s section where I said MC would keep their lineage a secret to freak people out? Yeah... they kept it from Luke. At first it was a joke! They were going to tell him! They just uh... it got really awkward. They planned on revealing it to Luke right after they learned how to properly fly so they could swoop in, pick their angel buddy up and zip the two of them to school. It’d freak Luke out at first, but it was meant to be funny! MC would have even sung the song from Aladdin! It um... didn’t turn out that way.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” MC growled at the lesser demons that were crowding Luke.

“O-oh... uh... nuh-nothing...” a few of the demons backed off, mumbling a few harried apologies to MC as they scurried away. The remaining demons seemed a tad more... hmm... they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

“M-MC! You can’t fight demons! I’m an angel I-I c-can...” Luke sniffled, but tried his best to step in front of MC.

“Oh please, the little half-breed and the lowest ranked angel are going to put up a fight?” One of the demons jeered, a few of the remaining demons joined in.

MC’s eyes narrowed, their glare as cold as the worst winter storm. “I’m going to tell you once, and once only,”

Their wings sprouted from their back, horns now fully grown and on display, teeth sharper and glistening in the light. Hm, it seemed half demons could make their eyes glow too, how delightful.

MC gave the other demons a sweet smile, it would have been comforting if it weren’t for the amount of teeth they were showing off. They lazily placed their hand on Luke’s head and lightly moved him out of the way.

“Leave, or I will make you regret ever crossing us exchange students.” MC’s carefree smile couldn’t mask the malice that coated every single word that left their lips. “Run along now, you’re not needed here.”

The demon that had started the taunts stiffened, he looked from MC, to Luke, to the other demons, before scoffing and shaking his head. “Whatever, the two of them aren’t worth it anyway...”

When the offending demons weren’t leaving fast enough for MC’s liking, they snapped their fingers and shot a fireball right behind the fleeing demons’ feet. They cleared out pretty quickly after that.

“Luke?” MC turned to look at their friend. “Are you...”

Luke was backing away. That look in his eyes, he was... scared. Scared of MC...

“Y-you’re a d-demon?” He whimpered, taking another step back.

“Half demon, actually.” MC let their demonic elements disappear. “I meant to tell you, I really did! It just was never the right time-”

“You lied to me! You said you were human! But you’re a demon like the rest of them!” Luke shouted, he wiped at his eye with his sleeve and sniffled. “I tried to help you, but you just..! I thought you were my friend!”

“Luke- hang on!” MC took a few steps forward, but Luke was already running away. MC felt something twist in their gut, something awful. That ball of innate pride twisted and practically screamed, filling MC’s head.

“He’s not worth it!”

“You’re above him anyway...”

“If he can’t understand how perfect you are, he doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Don’t grovel for his forgiveness. He’s beneath you.”

“Your help was rejected. Let him hate you. You’re the child of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, who is he to make you upset?”

The thoughts filled MC’s head as they desperately tried to shut them up. They were their father’s child, their pride wouldn’t be easily combated.

“Just be quiet!” MC clawed at their head.

“You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You’re better than this-”

“Luke!” MC called out again. “I’m sorry!”

It truly was a shame that their friend didn’t understand how much an apology from MC really meant.

They guessed Luke was right, wasn’t he? Demons were nasty awful liars. MC was no different...

That hurt.

Lucifer noticed his kid was moping around, not even Detective Toe Beans could cheer them up. Mammon even came home covered in mud from a failed money-making scheme and it didn’t even make MC crack a smile! He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Upon hearing the reason for his child’s woes, he was fully ready to break down the door of Purgatory Hall and throttle the little chihuahua, but Lucifer came to his senses and realized that MC probably didn’t want that.

He teamed up with Simeon and Solomon the things he did for MC... And managed to get both Luke and MC to the Demon Lord’s Castle to hang out with Barbatos.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Luke missed his friend too. Sure they called him a chihuahua sometimes, but they were still the bestest friend he had made during his time in the exchange program... maybe ever...

Maybe... just maybe... he overreacted. MC did protect him after all, and they never tried to hurt him...

Barbatos was fully ready to fulfill his role as Luke’s second dad and help his angel-son make up with his friend.

It may have been awkward at first, but the two had to join forces to stop Solomon from getting within a hundred metres of the kitchen. Nothing brings two people back together more than fear for your tastebuds.

Mission success. Lucifer could relax knowing that his kid and the chihuahua were back to being friends. Maybe MC could convince Luke to quiet his infernal yapping... Lucifer was trying to work here!

For some extra fluff, after many days of asking and asking, Lucifer and Simeon agree to take Luke and MC up to the human world for Halloween. They got to go trick or treating, and everyone complimented MC and Luke on their ‘costumes’.

*insert sitcom laugh track here*

Sure, it may have been a little immoral for MC to use their powers to manipulate the humans into giving Luke and MC more candy but... candy...

Oh shit would you look at the time- they had to get back to the Devildom for Diavolo’s birthday party- MC STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE! THE SIGN SAYS TAKE ONE! DON’T BE LIKE MAMMON.

The exchange year had been a success. Well... sort of. MC wasn’t exactly the average Joe human the Student Council expected, which is why after a lengthy break where MC went back to the human world to visit their other parent and human friends, the seven rulers of Hell (+MC) were sitting and waiting for the new exchange students to arrive.

Unlike the previous year, the entire student council was present. That included Levi who they had to physically drag there, Belphie who was carried there and had to be placed in his seat because he was completely passed out, and finally Mammon, he just had to be threatened.

“Father,” MC pouted from their seat next to Lucifer. “Why isn’t my chair as big as yours?”

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Because you’re much shorter than me. You can have a bigger chair when you grow a few more inches.”

“Mmm...” MC murmured, crossing their arms. “Are the students going to get here, or what?”

“Can you be patient?” Lucifer asked. “They’ll be here any moment now. I can trust that you’ll behave, right?”

MC looked scandalized, placing a hand over their heart and gasping. “Father! Of course! I’ll be the most polite person these humans have ever met!”

Not so deep down, Lucifer severely doubted that.

“Come now, Lucifer and MC!” Diavolo said from his elevated seat. “It’s almost eight am!”

Right on schedule the portal opened, two sets of screams followed.

“The next big priority should be making the trip more comfortable.” MC huffed. “It’s demeaning getting dropped straight down like that and just slamming into the floor.”

“Hm.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Perhaps instead we can just teleport them up to the Celestial Realm, start a war, and have them crash through not one, not two, but all three barriers between the realms with no portal.”

“Father...” MC matched Lucifer’s eye roll. “That has the same energy as ‘when I was your age I walked to school 100 miles through a blizzard!’ The polite thing to do for the exchange students is to not let them hit the floor at 100 mph and possibly give them a concussion.”

And slam straight onto the floor the two other exchange students did. Well, one of them slammed right into the marble, the other had tried in vain to use their wings to slow their decent or fly back up.

Wait...

WINGS?!

WAIT THE OTHER HAD HORNS?!

THEY BOTH HAD-

Oh and would you look at that... one looked like... and the other looked like-

Shitballs.

Lucifer had to keep himself from actually shouting in frustration. One normal day... one day of no exchange student issues was all he asked for...

“Out of over ten million candidates out of over eight billion humans...” Lucifer grumbled. “How in my father’s name did this happen again?”

(OOOOOOOOOO SEQUEL BAIT!)

#Obey me #I’m not good at writing angst... I’m so sorry #Obey me! #obey me shall we date #I’m a crack and fluff writer... #obey me! shall we date? #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me MC #Obey me Luke #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Solomon #obey me barbatos #Lucifer’s Kid

[ellewritesathing]

Faking It  -  VI

Summary: You’d done plenty of dumb things in your life, but the dumbest had to be picking Greendale’s latest bad-boy to pretend to be your boyfriend.

Masterlist Prev. | Part 6

Word-count: 2.6k+

A/N: truly cannot believe that this series is over!! thank you guys for all of the love and support that you’ve given it (and me) 💕💕 (also ps it’s my birthday!! so here’s a birthday gift from me to you)

Despite the numerous other times you’d gone out with him and the fact that he’d seen you in sweats more times than you could count, you were back to the age-old saga of trying on every outfit in your closet in preparation for your date with Caliban. The only difference between this time and the very first time was that this time you enlisted the advice of the most fashionable person you knew. But Roz was busy so now you were on the phone with Harvey. 

“I don’t get it. How is this one different from the last one?” Harvey asked for the billionth time. You rolled your eyes at the video of him sprawled out on his bed with his maths homework to keep him company. 

“The last one had stripes.” 

“Oh, well, I don’t really like stripes anyway so go with this one,” Harvey said with a shrug. “You look great. So stop freaking out about it.”

“I am not freaking out. He refused to tell me where we’re going, and how am I supposed to plan for that?” you asked, taking your phone off it’s careful perch to glare at the screen. “I’ve been on dates before. I’ve dated Caliban before.”

“I didn’t say you hadn’t, I just told you to stop freaking out.” 

“Whatever. Do you like my outfit or not?” 

“You look great,” Harvey repeated, closing his book and taking his phone in his hands. “You’re gonna have a fun night.” 

You looked away from your phone for a second as you thought of something witty to say that would change the subject. It was hard to come up with something when you were so preoccupied with your anxieties over what ‘something real’ with Caliban would be. “Yeah, well, whatever,” you said eventually. “Thanks for, you know, everything.” 

“Yeah, well,” Harvey said awkwardly. Clearly, he was just as bad at this emotional stuff as you were. “What are friends for, right?” 

“Right,” you repeated. Your phone buzzed and a notification scrolled across the top of the screen. 

 Ambercrombie: Let me know when you’re on your way x 

“I gotta go if I’m gonna make it there before this adrenaline wears off,” you said. “I love you, Harv.” 

“Love you too, slugger.” Harvey smiled and shifted on his side of the screen. “Oh, and tell the asshole ‘this is for the sixth grade.’” 

“Okay?” 

You didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on the weirdness of that last bit because soon enough you were driving over to Caliban’s and doing your best not to let your heartbeat out of your chest. It was disgusting. Though not any more disgusting than the nausea that came over as soon as you pulled into Caliban’s driveway.

The last time you were here, it didn’t end so well, and the pretty bay windows and happy plants couldn’t distract from that ... Though Isobel waving at you from the roses she was pruning did a good job of distracting you. 

After a few seconds of wondering if it was too late to reverse out of the driveway, you sucked it up and got out of the car. Isobel met you halfway but held up some dirty and gloved hands to stop you when you tried to hug her. 

“I’d love to, honestly,” she said with a small laugh. “But I don’t want to ruin your outfit.” 

Despite your reservations, you felt yourself smiling. “This old thing? I say we ruin it.” 

Isobel laughed and leaned in for a hug. She took the glove off one of her hands and squeezed yours as she pulled away. “We missed you around here.”

“Don’t tell anyone, but I missed being here,” you said. 

Before Isobel had the chance to say anything else, Caliban came out of the house with a small box in his hands. He shut the door and jogged over while Isobel joked about him not wanting her to tell you about the three weeks he spent moping and eating every piece of chocolate in the house. 

For probably the first time in his life, Caliban seemed nervous as he looked between you and his mom. Hesitantly, he put a hand on your back and smiled. “Hi.” 

“Hi yourself,” you said with a matching smile. 

“We should really be going if we’re going to make it there in time,” Caliban said. 

“Well, don’t let me keep you kids from your special date,” Isobel said as she took a few steps backward. “Have fun.” 

“But not too much fun?” Caliban asked. 

“Not so much fun that I have to take a trip to the police station.” Isobel adjusted her glove and shook her head. “That Officer Pike keeps trying to ask me out to dinner.”

You laughed at Caliban’s disgusted face before promising Isobel you’d do your best to keep him out of trouble. The two of you only managed to walk a few feet before arguing over who was going to drive, and it was only once you were in the safety of his dumb BMW before Caliban handed you the box he’d been safeguarding. 

He was quiet as you undid the little blue ribbon and lifted off the lid. Inside was a small, white corsage. The flower was beautiful but it was the last thing you were expecting, you know, because it wasn’t prom. 

“You hate it,” Caliban said, turning in his seat to face the steering wheel. 

“I don’t hate it. It’s really pretty.” 

“I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Harvey and his stupid first date etiquette-”

“Wait, Harvey told you to get me this?” you asked. Caliban shifted awkwardly and turned back to face you. “Uh, when we were talking earlier, he said to tell you ‘this is for the sixth grade.’ I assume this is this.”

Caliban laughed and all his anxieties over the corsage seemed to melt away as he relaxed back into his seat. “My dearest cousin had a date with Elizabeth Coolidge in the sixth grade. I may have gotten it into his head to be very attentive and chivalrous.” 

“You told him to baby her?” you asked, pulling a face. 

“Not in those words. Those words make it sound bad.” 

“That’s ‘cause it is bad, babe.” You laughed and reached a hand over to hold onto his wrist. “I love the corsage, and I still like you even though you’re a horrible cousin.” 

“I think it adds to my charm.” 

“I’m sure you do.” 

Caliban smiled and dropped his gaze to your hand on his wrist for a moment before looking back up and leaning over the armrest to kiss you. One small, soft kiss but it still made your stomach turn over and heart speed up. Other than some forehead kisses and quick cheek kisses, this was your first kiss since that day in the hallway. That kiss had been drawn out and surprised, though it still stopped your heart - the kiss of strangers - but this one was everything that one had lacked. It was sweet, the kind of kiss between two people who cared about each other. 

Your hand lifted to touch the side of his face lightly and you kissed him again. Caliban angled to get closer and accidentally pushed down on the horn in the process. After a very undignified yelp and jumping back to a straight-up sitting position, you started laughing. Caliban pressed down on the horn again, intentionally this time, and the two of you laughed a bit harder. Once you’d recovered, he interlaced his fingers with yours and brought them up to his lips for another quick kiss before reversing out of the garage and down the driveway. 

Isobel gave you a very amused smile as she watched the car maneuver into the street and you gave her one last wave before disappearing into the distance. 

---

Though Caliban refused to tell you where he was taking you, you caught on when you passed the third sign for the town carnival. It only happened once a year, and you’d only ever gone as a third wheel to Harvey and Sabrina. Cotton candy, fortune tellers, dumb games, and more food trucks than you thought possible for such a small town. You loved every part of it.

You started off with some popsicles and browsing through the different stalls before moving onto the bumper cars. For someone who was such a great driver, he couldn’t drive his bumper car for shit. Once Caliban got sick of the twelve-year-olds driving into him, he hopped out of his car and into yours. 

After being banned from bumper cars, Caliban sought to redeem himself by winning a prize for you at one of the baseball throw games. You chose the biggest, fluffiest teddy bear from the top shelf and - after being told he’d never win it from the guy behind the counter - Caliban started throwing. He knocked down bottle after bottle until the guy behind the counter told him he’d hit enough to win the stupid bear. Now would the two of you leave him alone? 

Scooping up your new child, you and Caliban made an exit for the Ferris wheel. Though you’d been on this thing at least once a year for as long as you could remember, riding it with Caliban was different - and not just because there was a giant teddy bear between you. As if you weren’t already in way over your head, he had the nerve to look pretty in the ugly fluorescent lights. 

“So what are you going to name it?” he asked when he caught you staring at him again. 

“Huh?” 

“What are you going to name the bear?” Caliban asked with an annoyingly smug smile on his face. “You know, the one that’s currently blocking my attempts to kiss you.” 

“Oh, right. That bear.” Moving to get a better look at the bear as you recovered from your embarrassment, you moved some fluff out of its eyes. “I don’t know. What do you think of Bearington?” 

“Bearington?” 

“Yeah, you know, like Barrington. It’s a people name,” you said. “But he’s not a people so it’s Bearington.” 

“Bearington.” 

“Stop saying his name like that! It’s cute.” 

“Is it?” 

You scoffed and pushed his hand that was draped over the back of the seat. “How dare you talk about our son like this? I want a divorce.” 

“Like hell. I put the best years of my life into this marriage,” Caliban said as he turned in his seat to look at you. “I gave up that promotion at the firm so that you could open your store for your ridiculous handcrafted jewelry.” 

“You said you loved my jewelry!” 

“I also said I loved your cooking. You married a liar.” 

“Well, you married a thief! That’s right, that priceless Faberge egg that ‘got lost in the move?’ I sold it on eBay to buy new shoes.” 

“That egg was a wedding gift from my mother!” 

Despite the abundance of jokes on the tip of your tongue, you couldn’t help laughing at the fake argument and how close the two of you had gotten as a result. You lifted your hand from the safety bar and grabbed some of Caliban’s shirt to pull him closer and kiss him. 

After being kicked off the Ferris wheel for not following safety regulations, you went to one of the photobooths to take your first photo as a family, among a few other - far sillier - photos. You put a copy of each in your purse and Caliban put the other in his wallet before the two of you went off looking for any other trouble you could find. 

Fortune teller? Check. Enough cotton candy to make you sick? Check. More carnival games for Caliban to be annoyingly perfect at? Check. 

It would have been the perfect date if, while you were trying to juggle Bearington and a drink (as well as trying to get something out of your purse), someone didn’t grab your purse and take off. Luckily for you, unluckily for them, Caliban raced after them and pinned them against the wall in less than a minute. 

When you caught up, the kid was sputtering an apology and begging Caliban to let go of him. Caliban handed you your purse and you checked to make sure everything was still there while the would-be thief asked if he’d let go now that you had your stuff back. 

“Come on, aren’t you gonna tell your boyfriend to let me go?” he whined. 

“No, I’m gonna tell him to knock your teeth out,” you said with a polite smile. You weren’t sure who looked more surprised about that; Caliban evened loosened his grip slightly in his shock. 

“Seriously?” the kid asked. 

“Really?” Caliban asked. 

“Yeah, you tried to steal from me,” you said. “If you want, he could break your hand instead. I hear they still do that to thieves somewhere.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Yeah, seriously. So you can choose: no teeth or a broken hand? I’d go for the hand because teeth don’t grow back but-” 

“You can’t listen to her,” the kid rushed out, holding onto Caliban’s hands and pleading. “Seriously, I learned my lesson. I’ll never steal again. Promise!” 

“I think he's being sincere, love,” Caliban said. “What do you think?” 

“I think …” The kid looked at you with terrified eyes and you figured it was time to stop messing with him. “I think you can let him go.” 

Caliban did so with a smile and the kid disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, leaving you and Caliban alone to laugh and carry on with the rest of your date. 

You visited the few stalls that you hadn’t already seen and then, very slowly, made your way back to the car. Caliban buckled Bearington into the backseat and you defrosted in front of the air vents with his jacket around your shoulders. When he got into the car, Caliban took your hand in his to warm them up. 

Neither of you said anything. 

You soaked up the silence and did your best to commit this moment to memory. The way his hands, with their healing callouses, felt over your own. The way the street lights lit up his eyes. The sound of your racing heartbeat. His smile. You didn’t want to miss a detail, even though you knew you could never capture it again.

Maybe because you could never recapture it. 

“Thanks,” you said softly. 

“My pleasure,” Caliban said, equally quiet and soft. 

He drove much slower on the way home than he had going to the carnival, and you almost didn’t want to say anything to ruin this perfect, not-fake bubble that the two of you existed in as you went down the highway. So, instead, you picked some music that both of you liked and turned the volume as high as it could go, only turning it down when the two of you got close to his house again. 

The happy yellow house broke your heart when you saw it because that meant you’d have to burst the perfect bubble and go home. Caliban must have felt the same because he pulled into the driveway but didn’t switch the car off for a long time after that. When he did, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. 

“You know, if we kept driving, I’m sure we could make it to the beach by sunrise,” Caliban said, hand still resting over the ignition.

“I’m sure we could.”

“That’s more second date material though, isn’t it?” he asked quietly. 

“I don’t know,” you said. “Why don’t you ask me out and we’ll see?” 

Caliban smiled and turned his head to look at you. “Would you like to go out with me again?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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#Caliban #caliban imagine #caliban x reader #Faking it #caos #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

[reddielibrary]

Maybe It Slipped

Written by @eddieneedshisinhaler

Gift for @richiehearteyestozier

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Word count: 1400

Rating: T

AO3 Link

A/N : so this is a thing! this was my first content exchange and i had a really fun time writing this, this is my first finished fic for the it fandom and im really excited to gift this to molly. not exactly what u asked for but i hope u like it nonetheless!

Summary: Richie felt like it should have been more embarrassing, admitting how much he loved Eddie, but it also seemed like just another truth of the world. The sky was blue, the grass was green, there was a killer clown living in the Derry sewer system, and Richie loved Eddie. That startling clarity, that hyperaware sense of self did not, however, make it any easier for anyone involved.

Eddie slapped at his arm.

Once class was over, the two started their conversation up again.

“But I’m serious, Eduardo, I can’t waste Halloween. This is our last one before high school and I just wanna spend it with my,” Richie choked, his eyes flashing to Eddie. “You,” he finished lamely as they loaded his books into Eddie’s locker.

“It’s this week, right? I’ll have to come up with something to tell my mom, but I don’t see why we can’t,” Eddie shrugged, missing the flash of excitement on Richie’s face when he closed the door and spun the lock a few times.

The day of Halloween, Richie was pretty fuckin’ excited for Eddie to come over. He had a sheet hanging from the top bunk of his bed over the bottom, the easiest fort imaginable and he was standing by it, Eddie, it’s perfect. Along with that, Richie had also dug out a few strings of Christmas lights to hang up around the bottom bed, knowing they - the two crybabies that they were - would need some light source if a movie had even the slightest jumpscare.

Speaking of movies, Richie was in awe of the great horror movies he’d picked out for the evening. Amidst the horror classics like Poltergeist and Texas Chainsaw Massacre, there were a few silly movies like Beetlejuice and The Man with Two Brains. Not a shabby collection, if Richie said so himself, because he had to beg his older sister to rent them from Blockbuster. He even went so far as to get Eddie’s favorite candies, spending so much on Twizzlers and black licorice that he mentioned buying stock to his parents when they asked.

But, let’s be honest, no matter just how prepared Richie felt in the literal sense, he was still (mentally) shitting his fucking pants because Eddie fuckin’ Kaspbrak was coming to watch movies and hopefully stay the night and Richie was in panic mode, ladies, this is not a drill.

See, if someone had told Richie he’d realize one sweaty summer afternoon at the end of June that he had a massive crush on aforementioned Loser, he’d have laughed and made a few ‘your mom’ jokes to deflect, and only at three in the morning would he be willing to analyze every interaction he’s ever had with Eddie ever. That was just a whole can of worms that could not be dealt with.

But it was not June anymore, it’s October and he loved his best friend with every fiber of his being. That was a can of worms that had been opened and dealt with, and yeah, it was super fucking scary to be gay in Derry, but how could the way he felt about Eddie be wrong?

Richie felt like it should have been more embarrassing, admitting how much he loved Eddie, but it also felt like just another truth of the world. The sky was blue, the grass was green, there was a killer clown living in the Derry sewer system, and Richie loved Eddie. That startling clarity, that hyperaware sense of self did not, however, make it any easier for anyone involved.

Because of course Richie was going to be a little shit to Eddie once he realized he was well and truly ass over tits for the kid, and he deliberately made their interactions so much more annoying than Eddie could ever expect. Now it’s not like he wanted his little hypochondriac darling to hate him, Richie more so just wanted to make sure all of Eddie’s attention was on Richie at all times.

In Richie’s own defence, the voice in his head was always trying to make sure Eddie was always looking at him. It honestly and truthfully felt like if his eyes weren’t on Richie for even a second, that Trashmouth himself would cease to exist.

Okay, so maybe he was dramatic and over exaggerating and also completely off track, but whatever. It was Halloween and he was freaking out.

“It’s just Eddie,” Richie said when his alarm went off.

“It’s just a friendly hang out,” he thought as he rode his bike to school alongside Eddie.

“Totally platonic,” when Eddie had whacked his arm and leaned against Richie after the latter delivered a wicked punchline.

“Nothing to read into,” as Eddie kept glancing over to him in Physics, his doe eyes shining under the flickering fluorescent lights.

(Towards the end of the day, Richie had almost stopped believing himself when Eddie kept brushing his shoulder against Richie’s in the library. (But then Bowers walked in and Eddie disappeared down a random row of books.))

It wasn’t until after school and the two were walking their bikes home side by side that Richie let himself steal glances, and his eyes followed the sweat that beaded at Eddie’s forehead and slowly slipped down his cheek before Eddie swiped it away. He turned away quickly when his friend looked over at him and grinned.

“So what movies did you get? If I have to watch Charlie fucking Brown’s Halloween special again I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it, Rich,” Eddie babbled, waving his free hand around and bumping into Richie every so often.

“I had to say we have a project in English that’s due tomorrow like I said earlier, so we might have to tell her details about this fake project on Saturday when you come over. You’re still coming, right? I finished our hats and you still have those joke mustaches, right? We’ll be the best Mario and Luigi,” he finished, somehow managing to not be out of breath.

Richie grinned and took his chance.

“Oh I’ll be coming alright, Eds, coming ten inches deep in your mom!” and then he was hopping up onto his bike, and Richie started pedaling as fast as his chicken legs can.

“Richie, you motherfucker!”

“That’s the point, Spaghetti,” Richie called back as he slowed to wait for Eddie by a stop sign, and his friend’s shorter (I’m still growing, asshole!) legs worked hard to get him to Richie.

“You’re such a dick, you know that? What is with you, you stupid fuck, we can’t even have a nice, civil conversation without you pissing all over it with your nasty jokes,” Eddie had a flush high in his freckled cheeks, and his mouth ran a mile a minute while he insulted Richie as much as he could.

“Eddie, my sweet, I have to keep you on your toes somehow,” he winked, seeing Eddie’s flush travel down his neck and under his polo; a place Richie couldn’t see.

He gulped and looked away, not seeing the way Eddie tracked the beginnings of an adam’s apple on Richie’s throat move up and down. The two stood at the stop sign, stuck in the moment, air sticky with words they couldn’t stay.

A passing car with the driver laying on their horn broke the moment, the two boys starting to pedal towards Richie’s house in silence. Eddie tried to speak, but his voice cracked and he turned even redder. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“So what movies did you pick out?”

#reddie #halloween event 2019 #eddieneedshisinhaler

[frenchie-sottises]

Intro: Simply Meant to Be. (Janavo X Reader)

This is to answer @awkwardly-sweet-self-ships‘s question.

Here is the first part.

Your P.O.V.

You weren’t one to be left out: when others joined in on any activity, you were determined to be in there with them. It didn’t matter how stupid the activity was.. just as long as there was no death involved.

This year was Halloween, a traditional celebration that had kids running all over the place in costumes to get candy. Again, wanting to be a part of any activity, you looked through your closet to see what you had. This time, you wanted to go as a punk. You slipped on your favorite combat boots, favorite pair of pants and favorite hoodie. You threaded some cool looking earrings through your ears and fitted on a serpent’s necklace of your favorite color in which you had many of.

You looked into the mirror and smiled; You looked great!

“Wait, something’s missing…” you thought before your eyes shifted to your hair that was combed back.

You chuckled as you pulled your bangs down in a neat fashion that would cover your eyes in some angles, but not in others. You gave yourself a check up and down before nodding and heading out the door with the bucket of your favorite animal. It’s time to see how much candy you can gather!

You looked left and right before making a turn that led to a busy road. The road was full of people walking up and down the walkways, many with kids or just kids themselves. You cautiously meandered through the packs before hitting the first house which held an old man. He seemed grumpy as heck, but hey, you didn’t mind. You walked up to him smiling and holding your pail close to your chest.

“Trick or treat.” you hummed.

The man looked at you and your pail before laughing, “You stupid fop. Thinking I’m gonna give you candy?? Grow up.”

After he left and slammed the door, you were left confused. Jerk.

You shook your head before heading more deep down the road which soon led you another house. This one had lights on still, so they might be up to give candy.

You knocked on the door and hummed your greeting again. This time, the person behind the door had the voice of a woman.

“Get out of here, we have no candy!” she hollered with a snooty tone to her voice.

You frowned once again before going to another house. The same thing happened again: No candy. You went to another house: again, no candy. You kept walking back and forth from one side of the road to the other, your patience and happiness slowly withering away.

After hitting the last house, you sat around the corner that was the home of a huge forest. You never knew so many people here were so mean. They seemed alright to you, but it seems that’s not true at all. You curled in on yourself before groaning really loudly in frustration. Man, this day freaking sucks.

Rustle, rustle.

You looked up: What was that??

You waited and looked towards the huge forest before hearing the sound again. You stood up and made your way into the entrance of the forest. You decided to be smart and keep as quiet as you could.

Rustle, rustle.

You followed the sound before you realized where you were: a huge opening in the middle of the woods. You’d never thought this was even here. The rustling soon turned into crunching of twigs and dead grass which caused you to hide behind a huge rock. Once it started to move away from you, you looked up… and what you saw was what you’ll never forget.

In the middle of the opening stood a tall figure. The moon came out and revealed a foreign being with dark grey skin and massive horns. He wore an outfit very similar to yours: combat boots with baggy pants and a hoodie baring a zig-zagged symbol that ended with an arrow. When he took his hands out, you noticed the spiked bracelets that moved up with the wrists that led your eyes to watch him slide his fingers through his exaggerated, rocker-styled hair. He had many piercings on his horns and face which glistened in the gentle moonlight. It led your eyes to examine his face: it was a strong structure that you’ve seen on many good looking men, and his face also had a stubble and a small mustache.

 Okay, the stubble was fine, but really? The mustache? You couldn’t help be stifle a small giggle.

Finally came the eyes. Good god, those eyes. The scleras were gold and the irises were shades of dark blue that transitioned into a sky blue as they went inward. The pupils were thin slits as he looked up to the sky. When he looked down, you noticed the pupils turn into big orbs. His smile revealed serrated teeth with two large canines: one being bigger than the other. You kept staring at him from head to toe to… tail. Oh yeah, that’s right. He had a massive tail with the scales of a snake along with a rattle to match. The bracelets that were on his wrists were also on his tail, for he had five from the base to the tip.

Crack!

Guess you’ve been staring too long: now he sees you.

You immediately duck when he eyes looked dead-straight at yours. The sudden noise was made from you moving your foot to get a better look at him. Good going.

“Hey, doll. I’m not gonna bite.” a deep voice reverberated through the opening.

You gulped as you shook. It was clear you didn’t want to move, and it was only worsened by the approaching noise of footsteps from the other side of the rock. You looked up and saw the man towering over you.

“You alright, doll? Did I scare you?” he asked as his glowing eyes examined your panicky state.

You kept shaking as he bent down on his knees. His eyes were still examining you and soon enough, he held his hand out.

“Lemme help you up, sweetie. I promise I won’t hurt you.” he cooed.

You looked at his hand and back at him before slowly taking it. He stood up slowly and pulled you up with him. He let go of your hand as he scratched the back of his head.

“So, uh… can you help me?? I think I’m stuck here.” he smiled nervously.

You stood there dumbfounded. Stuck?? This guy isn’t some dude is some costume??

He noticed the look on your face and realized what he said, “Oh, uh… yeah. I’m not a human. I’m a troll from another planet.”

Troll? You’ve heard those before, but it… no. It wasn’t. You thought they were fake! You examined him again and you were slowly starting to accept the fact that trolls were, in fact, real.

You smiled and told him you didn’t know. You wished you did, but you didn’t. He smiled and nodded.

“Heh… thanks, doll. By the way, my name’s Janavo. It’s been nice to see you.” he smiled as he turned to walk away.

Before you knew you were doing, he was already gone. You ran through the woods and tried to call out his name, but he didn’t answer. You mulishly gave up and walked back home with no candy and no new friends made.

You threw yourself onto your bed and started to weep your frustrations out. Curse this night. It didn’t even feel like Halloween! You cried on the fact that everyone was so rude to you and the fact that Janavo left you behind. After a few minutes, that felt like hours, of sobbing, you sat up and heard a crinkle in your hoodie pocket. You reached in and took out a folded piece of paper which you’d unfolded to reveal a number you’ve never recognized. Even though the number was unrecognizable by itself, you soon realized who’s number it was.

You jumped up in joy when you put two and two together, for this might be the first time you’ll ever be friends with an alien.

#My literature #Janavo Adalov #Janavo X Reader #Reply #Hiveswap

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

Gotham 4x02: A Liveblog

Well, it’s Friday morning, let’s go!

TL;Dr - Lucius is back! And nothing else matters!

Ohhh boy, it’s Scarecrow time. This should be good.

Awww, Harvey inviting Jim out on a date, good Harvey. Love you Harvey.

Wow, Jonathan, holy fuck... you’re... you’re clearly fine. You’re clearly... a-okay.

Also did your dad’s fear juice give you like super strength or something? You hauled a grown man onto that spike, how???

Meanwhile, Bruce is in jail. Good Job Bruce.

Jim’s here to be the Judgy Uncle

“We’ll talk more about this Bruce. But not tonight.” WOW, way to Disappointed Parent Jim

Also, why refuse to take bail from an actual billionaire? Holy shit. C’mon Jim, this place needs rebuilding every other week, you could USE that money

Burning files, that’s safe. That seems legal.

Estranged daddy Lucius! I still pet ship Lucius and Alfred as co-dads for Bruce X333

But also I’m just REALLY HAPPY to see Lucius Fox, holy shit!

Ahhhh, Gotham jumping on the It bandwagon, of course. How apropos

I must say tho, this fear sequence is shot beautifully, this is a really good way to describe what the fear juice does to you, good job show

Jonathan continues to be... fine. He’s fine.

Okay but... the IRONY in Harvey telling Jim to behave himself for Oswald and Jim pointedly refusing I... my my, how the turn tables.

I NEVER thought I’d see the day when Harvey would be brokering Jim and Oswald’s weird ass friendship

Ahhhh, see THAT’S the Harvey I know and love, mocking Penguin just for the fun of it, ahhhh, the good old days

Holy shiiiit, I think that’s the first time Oswald’s called Jim boyscout ^^; That’s Harvey’s thing what is the world COMING to? But clearly Oswald’s crush on Jim has moved beyond awe of him then into more of an outright rivalry, Oswald seems intent on locking horns with Jim these days, his admiration for him has tarnished. Probably because, you know, Jim is The Worst

Is the opportunity Zsasz? Oh god I HOPE IT’S ZSASZ! Would that I might see my baby twice in a row!

Oh... god. You’re not Zsasz.

So... unwelcome reunion with Barbara, dunno why she bothered to invite Selina, isn’t she only interested in Tabitha?

If it wasn’t for the fact that Babs is a canonical character who has to stick around to eventually marry Jim, I’d say just kill her ^^;

I see you have a sexy arsenal Babs, well done

Babs is a lot more restrained now, maybe she got some therapy ^^; wouldn’t that be nice? Actual therapy in Gotham

We’ll see how that whole thing plays out as we the audience know that Butch is not technically dead ^^;

But I miss him too Tabitha :c I miss him so freaking much

You’re So Good at making friends, Jim. Jesus, learn how to people

This is a weird time for Harvey to be saying no, mostly because this is eventually going to get undermined. Eventually, Jim will be proven to be in the right, Harvey will have to apologize for not believing him and that’s... that’s not what I want. Jim is WRONG, so much of the time, and he’s a DICK and Harvey DESERVES to righteously refuse him when Jim asks too much. Right now, Jim isn’t asking for too much, he’s taking an unpopular course, but... inevitably, Oswald’s plan will crumble, the GCPD will need to be reinstated as the authority, like... Jim will be right. And all this stand here will be is a mistake on Harvey’s part and that’s... really dumb, I don’t like that.

Just... this is DOUBLY worse because now it vindicates Jim’s feeling that he’s a lone wolf who ALONE has a sense of justice, who ALONE understands right and wrong and that is SO TOXIC for Jim’s personality. He becomes tyrannical and violent when he thinks like that. I just... this is all so fucking stupid and is done in service of Jim, and it’s UNNEEDED. We already KNOW all this shit about Jim, we’ve already seen this a dozen times. Harvey’s refusing Jim should have come at a time that MATTERED, not this bullshit, and it SHOULD have been done in the service of Harvey. Fuck this noise, I am NOT here to support Jim fucking Gordon and his vainglorious quest to be the most Holier-Than-Thou in all of Gotham. That just shoves Jim RIGHT back to where he started in the pilot, that’s not progress, that’s regression, and it ONLY makes Jim a monster, it DOESN’T elevate him, it DOESN’T make him more interesting. Holy fuck. LET. JIM. BE. WRONG. Stop having EVERY story line support Jim’s TERRIBLE decision, stop enabling him! Let him be wrong, let someone else be right, and let Jim SWALLOW IT. Let him be humbled! For fuck’s sake! Make Jim digest being wrong THAT is character development, THAT is redemption, THIS is bullshit.

And you’re punishing Harvey for no goddamn reason and undermining him, so fuck you. I know this is how Harvey always gets treated but... god damnit.

*siiiigh* Sorry guys, I’m just REALLY pissed about that. 

Meanwhile, actual Joker make up because LOL this is a show about Batman

Meanwhile meanwhile, Babs and Oswald... also Ivy??? and ZSASZ! are here! Zsasz who is now in a candy store of guns! 8DDDDDDDDD Oh my sweet baby, at least you’re here, I love you

“People tend to hold grudges when you shoot their boyfriends” And you should know Oswald. You should know.

Why the fuck are Oswald and Ivy butting heads so much??? What the shit? Oswald, you’re TOTALLY going to push her away and accelerate her into, you know, becoming Poison Ivy, the lady with the sentient plants who WILL murder you

And now Jim gets dosed, it’s about time

And it’s Lee dying, of course it is

Ohhhh good, and NOW we’re indulging Jim’s suicidal streak. Why does this show always feed into the worst parts of Jim and never force him to be better? Jesus

Goddddd can we stop kicking the dead horse of Jim and Lee’s relationship PLEASE, please, I give NEGATIVE FUCKS. PLEASE. I’m so DONE with that story line, just let Jim and Harvey get married, please please please, why do you always neglect the fact that the person Jim cars MOST about is Harvey? Fuck you show

Meanwhile, Bruce is doing So Well

Bathook! We’re working on it, we’re getting there xp

Good job Alfred, you are my favorite

Ivyyyy :c If you leave her friendless, you’re only going to make her a WAY worse enemy to fight. Y’all gonna regret treating her like crap

Lucius!!!! Right on time, I love you baby X3333 I love you X333

LUCIUS IS THE BEST DAD. LUCIUS TOO GOOD FOR THESE ASSHOLES, TOO GOOD FOR THIS SHOW

A hand for a hand, the new law of Gotham. Just... flawless justice we have here.

That was good tho, I’ll take that

Mmmm, this has to be Oswald’s best and most cunning grab for power yet. He’s not pretending not to be a criminal, he’s using that very criminality as a comfort blanket, that’s ingenious

Hmmmm... maybe they didn’t fuck up Harvey as much as I thought, maybe I will like this angle. Harvey always has had a better sense of strategy than Jim. I love you Harvey, I love you so much. Please, please, survive this man, survive this show

YES JIM, BE GOOD, FOLLOW YOUR HUSBAND, BE HUMBLE, BE APOLOGETIC YOU DUMB FUCK

Yupppp, here we go, I kept warning you. I don’t like the fact that this isn’t from Ivy’s own smarts, her own knowledge of botanicals, but... ehhh, this trash show, I’ll take what I can get.

Hmmmmm... wish they showed Harvey being more useful than this, but, again, this show is lowest fucking bar. Still, Papa Falcone coming back will make me happy. And this leaves Zsasz in an interesting position, as I currently have no idea where his actual loyalty lies or who his employer is. If Zsasz is taken from Penguin, that alone will weaken Oswald’s position considerably

Btw this is a show about Batman

#Gotham #Gotham spoilers #Ehhhh... #didn't like it as much as last episode #Not sure I'm even gonna like the season arc #Oswald's on point tho #And Ivy's accelerating so there's that #ED'S STILL IN THE ICE WHAT A MIRACLE

[cielofics]

(Old) ICMSAR VI

WARNING(S): OCC's, Parent!bashing, depressing!thoughts, suicidal!tendencies,

NOTES: "Japanese" "Italian" Thinking 'Tsuna's eye speak' [Text Messages]

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Amano Akira does.

[Ienari's P.O.V]

I hate them. Those so called friends of his brother. Why can't they die already? Useless people aren't needed and those bastards are ruining it.

My brother is already a pain in the a** to deal with and now I have to deal with two more?! Yamamoto already took away half of my popularity when I was supposed to be the one on top! Why didn't he die?! Why did he listen to my brother?! He's not the only one though, that's right. There's Gokudera too. That traitor that tried to harm me. Me, who's going to be his boss? Hah, I'll make him realize his mistake too.

Ugh! If those two would've died then their popularity would have been mine! All mine! After all popularity is the best thing you can have in this world. Once you are popular, everyone looks up to you! Soon, you become famous in the vicinity and can then go to the best school ever! Every teacher likes me already, now if only the trashes are killed. There's no need to have many popular kids; I'm enough.

My chance with Kyoko was also blown off! If I had that girl in my hands, my popularity would have risen off the charts! But no, that dame had to interfere. He had to win that stupid match. If he would have lost, I could've shown Kyoko how much of a weakling he is! How pathetic he is! But no. He won. My dame brother won.

I want them gone! They are hindrances to my plan...

That's right! I have to kill them to make them realize their place! First would be my brother and the easiest way to break - kill him would be to hurt others close to him!

So that is the stupid baseball player and that Italian bomber. I'll make them realize what's wrong with going against me. I'll show them who's their boss.

"HaHaHAHAHAH... That's right, if I hurt my pathetic brother then those two will be hurt and if i hurt those two, my brother will automatically die. What a perfect way to bring them misery."

Seeing their faces twist in fear and misery would be fun. With blood leaking out of their bodies? That's even better! I can't wait!

They'll be the perfect experiments for them.

"Just wait, Dame-Tsuna, I'll show you your worth..."

XX..XX

Tsuna was drying the dishes when he felt a chill down his spine. His HI was also warning him that something will happen and it won't be good. Though, it also did say that it wouldn't happen right away but in the upcoming future.

Ignoring it for the time being, he focused his mind back to the events that have so far happened.

Sigh¬ They are getting impatient as time is flowing... it won't take long for them to explode... What should I do?

In the midst of his thinking, Tsuna started humming a tune his parallel self had made. Since, Nana was still away at her friend's house and Ienari was at soccer practice, he could hum out loud.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't notice Reborn coming in and listening to him carefully. He also didn't notice the intense blood-lust coming out of the baby

"Tsuna," that startled Tsuna out of his reverie. Looking back, he saw Reborn with his fedora tilted downwards.

Why do I feel that I won't like whatever he is going to do?

"Explain this," Reborn said, taking out one of my supposed to be well-hidden notebook. Tsuna stilled. Shit, Tsuna cursed. Now don't get Tsuna wrong, there is a perfect reason why Tsuna hid that notebook. After all, how would a dame explain a notebook that has perfect answers written there that are not even at his level yet?!

Tsuna opened his mouth to say something when the front door crashed open and there stood a... cow? Ah, it's Lambo.

"GYAHAHA, LAMBO-SAMA IS HERE TO KILL REBORN!"

Reborn as usual ignoring Lambo continued to glare at Tsuna.

"REBORN PREPARE TO DIE!" exclaimed Lambo, taking out grenades from his afro. I swear how does Lambo manages to hide anything in his hair, he thought as he saw Reborn deflecting the grenades with just a swipe of his hands. Making them land them back at Lambo. Thankfully, the door was open... explosions don't deserve to be done in a compact space.

"Owww, that's hurts... I must've tripped on something," said Lambo, crawling his way back inside. Once again, seeing Reborn ignoring him, Lambo lunged at him. "REBORN! I'LL KILL YOU FOR SURE!"

Reborn, being the sadistic being he is, swatted the baby cow like a fly. Tsuna smiled lightly, recalling how his parallel self met Lambo first.

"WAHH, I, LAMBO-SAN, 5 YEARS, FROM ITALY, A HITMAN FROM THE BOVINO FAMILY, TRIPPED! FAVORITE GOODS ARE GRAPES AND CANDY AND I, LAMBO-SAN, WHO MET REBORN AT A BAR, TRIPPED!"

So nostalgic ~

As much as Tsuna enjoyed seeing the show, he needed to get out of Reborn's grasp for a minute. So, he decided to head towards his ex-Lightning guardian. He squatted in front of the crying cow and produced a grape candy from his pocket.

"You're Lambo, right?" asked Tsuna quietly, missing the way Reborn narrowed his eyes. Reborn noticed that Tsuna only talks to certain people... if he's talking to cow, then that means...

Reborn tilted his fedora downwards.

In the mean time, Lambo had stopped crying as he saw the kind brunet in front of him. Tsuna sighed and proceeded to wipe the tears off of Lambo's face. He, then, smiled and picked the child up, taking him to the kitchen.

Setting him down in the chair, he said, "Lambo, stay here and I'll get you your food. You too, Reborn."

Reborn nodded his head. He may not admit it but Tsuna's cooking was heavenly. It was even better than the ones he had back in Italy.

While Tsuna was setting the food, Lambo picked up the knife and attempted to throw it at the baby hitman. And as usual, the knife was stuck in the cow's head...

"To...le...rate..." Lambo sniffled out. It was at this moment that Ienari decided to make his appearance. "Wahhh! I can't!" Lambo cried out while pointing the 10 Year Bazooka at himself.

Poof!

"Yare, yare... my younger self used it again, huh?" came a more mature yet familiar voice.

"Wh...Who are you?!" screamed Ienari who was forgotten at the door.

Everyone ignored the new voice. Instead, they payed attention at the one who was definitely an older version of the cow.

"That was the 10 Year Bazooka," Reborn began explaining to Tsuna. "A person hit by the bazooka will be replaced by their ten years counterparts. It just lasts for 5 minutes though."

As the smoke further cleared, you could see a teenager standing before them with a lazy slouch. He was obviously observing them with a confused expression on his face before his eyes landed on Tsuna.

Before Tsuna could even move, he was engulfed in a hug. "Tsuna-nii! You're sooo cute ten years ago!!"

Tsuna could feel his face warm up. Lambo stopped hugging him but didn't let go of him. Tsuna blinked at the figure in front of him and nodded in greeting.

Lambo blinked before a knowing smile replaced his face, "Ah, that's right, you didn't speak much ten years ago."

Reborn perked up at that. "Does that means he talks more in the future?" he asked. The Bovino redirected his attention to the baby.

"Ah Reborn," he nodded in greeting before saying, "Yup, thanks to you though~"

"Oi! Don't ignore me! Who's the freaking person?!" came Ienari's exasperated voice from behind. This caused a massive KI to leak out of the cow as well as lightning sparks coming out of his horn, alerting Reborn and Tsuna. Tsuna quickly held Lambo's hand and shook his head, snapping Lambo's attention to him.

Ienari, who was frozen in place due to the KI, shook out of his stupor when Lambo retracted his KI. He scowled, "Why on Earth are you listening to Dame-Tsuna?"

Even if this caused Lambo to snap, Reborn was faster and kneed him in the gut; knocking him out.

"Thanks Reborn. Bye Tsuna-nii..." he smirked lightly "or should I say Mama?"

This perplexed Tsuna and Reborn. Before Tsuna could ask, the young Lambo was back.

"Mama!" the cow exclaimed, jumping in the hands of the brunet. Frozen, Tsuna could just stare in shock.

"Why are you calling Tsuna, Mama, Stupid Cow?" asked Reborn, amused at the antics.

"Mama reminds Lambo-san of his Mama and the food is delicious too," Lambo replied. Tsuna could only stare before sighing. No point in fighting a 5 year old.

"Oh, you're going to allow him to call you that, Mama?" asked Reborn, with a slight of mischievousness present in his eyes.

'Not you too!'

"Make me espresso, Mama."

The brunet could only curse at the turn of events. Why does this happen to me? Did I manage to kill a Deity in my previous life or something?! Oh well at least I managed to direct Reborn's attention somewhere else

XX..XX

"Mama, a new tutor will be coming for Ienari soon. So, Lambo will be sleeping with you," said Reborn while sipping his espresso. "Also, we will be talking about that notebook after Ienari... finishes his training

Tsuna sighed. So far, he hasn't had a good day at all. Lambo had followed him to school and even though Kyoya had allowed him some leeway, he was supposed to fight with him again. And then, he met up with Bianchi while coming back to school. She had tossed him a can of poison food. For some reason, he kept it.

So Bianchi is coming soon... What should I welcome her with?

Tsuna's eyes twinkled in mischievousness, which did not go unnoticed by the number 1 hitman. Reborn smirked. Seems like he has something planned...

XX..XX

While Tsuna was cooking food, he could hear Ienari's voice bellowing at Reborn over a weird woman trying to kill him. Already knowing who it was, Tsuna ignored it. Instead, he was trying to finish something that will surprise his new guest.

Ding Dong¬

Tsuna was greeted by the sound of the door bell and quickly opened the door. "Hi! I'm here for the Italian Pizza delivery for Sawada Ienari! Are you him?"

Tsuna smiled then shook his head. He pointed to the living room and opened the door, allowing Bianchi to come inside.

"Thanks! It'll just take a moment!" She said at the boy's politeness while heading inside towards the destination. Meanwhile, Tsuna went back to cooking since their mother was still not back.

He listened to the piercing cries of his brother while Bianchi and Reborn were as usual having communication problems. Deciding it was time to break up the fight, Tsuna to Bianchi and tapped on her shoulder.

"Oh, you must the older twin. Is something the matter?" she asked.

Tsuna smiled and pointed towards the dining table with the food on it. "Oh, it's time for dinner already?"

"WHY ARE YOU LISTENING TO DA-" Ienari was cut off from his sentence as Reborn lunged at him.

"Be quiet and eat," Reborn said. Yup, he was pissed... I wonder why?

Grumbling, Ienari went to the table and started eating.

Dinner went quite peaceful after this. Literally.

Why?

Ienari fainted. Ienari fainted while showing signs of a certain poison cooking. Ienari fainted while showing signs of a certain poison cooking which was not done by Bianchi at all.

Dead silence reigned.

"...Bianchi, did you poison his food?"

"...No."

"...Tsuna... why did ...Ienari faint?"

'Ah, that's for eating my food, Reborn-kun~'

"...Are our foods poisoned too?"

'Of course not, Reborn! I was just trying out a new recipe and merely used- I mean had my brother test my meal for me.'

"..." Reborn glanced at Tsuna who was happily eating his food as if nobody fainted

Bianchi, a bit distraught, asked Tsuna a question, "Where did you learn how to poison cook and so effectively?"

Tsuna blinked twice before smiling. 'Ah, remember the can you gave me for mistaking me for my brother?'

Bianchi nodded. Somehow, it was impossible to not tell what the kid was trying to say.

'Well, I just used that can in Ienari's food.'

"..."

"..."

"Let's finish eating, shall we?" asked Bianchi, trying to avoid the fact that somebody tried to kill his brother unknowingly.

XX..XX

Tsuna was in the middle of washing dishes, when he heard Reborn shooting at Ienari who ran out of the door for some 'running practice.' He also heard Reborn's step coming downstairs with a not-so-quite-happy aura and a i-want-answers-now aura. Tsuna sighed. He couldn't escape this, can he?

"Now that he's gone, let's talk, Mama," Reborn said while tilting his fedora downwards. Bianchi had a surprised expression on her face.

'Sure, chibi-chan~' Tsuna could feel Reborn stiffen at the nickname given. Reborn and Tsuna stared *cough*glared*cough* at each other before the hitman took out the notebook. The notebook that brought more complications to his already complicated life.

"Tell me, why are you acting as a dame?"

Tsuna sighed, 'I have to answer this, don't I?'

Reborn nodded. 'Ienari.'

Reborn blinked before scowling. He should have guessed but still how did Ienari manage to... "Mama, how did Ienari manage to convince you to lower your grades?"

Reborn and Bianchi did not miss the way how Tsuna stiffened minutely before returning back to his activities. 'Sibling Jealousy is a scary thing...'

Reborn narrowed his eyes. Tsuna was avoiding answering directly to him. Whatever he meant by those words was disturbing. It had a double meaning.

"...I'm definitely quadrupling his training," Reborn said with distaste. Bianchi nodded along. She also did not like how Ienari was treating his brother. "I'll make sure to use him as my guinea pig for my poison cooking testings."

While the two hit-mans were thinking of ways to torture the future Decimo, they missed the way how Tsuna's eyes changed from his usual brown doe eyes to a dull red color. They also failed to recognize a presence lurking around their house that caused Tsuna to stop in his activities short.

#katekyo hitman reborn #il cielo ma sempre accettando rotto #old version

[woweekazow33]

TW: Angst, Father issues, death, su!c!d3 hintings, and there are typing quirks used in this. There is a quirkless version on my page.

Vee sat in her room, listening to her father and uncle fight. Her mother had died a couple sweeps back when she was simply a grub. Her mothers death bothered her father so much that, due to her being an exact genetic clone of her mother, made him try and bring her mother back through her. But she simply just didn’t like anything her mother seemed to at her age. Such as sweets and corsets. She didn’t like those things and would rather have sour candy or off the shoulder shirts. Although she never exactly realized the mold he was attempting to fill her into until now, hearing her uncle call him out on it. She never knew her uncle as the mature type, but she guesses she misunderstood him. She knew that she freaked them out, hell, her uncle could barely look at her sometimes. She hung her head low into her knees, waiting for the argument to die down. 

Soon enough it did, she heard the door slam. She shakily got up, and went to go check out the damage done. Once she was down she saw her father kinda just brooding in the corner. It really was a kind of pathetic sight, him just sitting there head tucked in his knees.. She isn't sure if that's exactly how to explain it with his horns preventing him from looking downwards. All that matters is he’s in the corner really. She looked at his pathetic figure, arms crossing. ‘’What ar3 y0u d0ing?’’ She asked, her tone monotone as it usually was while talking to her father. “i- uh,, well i-’’m thi-nki-ng,, @b0ut,, thi-ng$.. g0$h i h0pe we di-dn’’t di-$turb y0u t00 much, Vexium..” Her eye twitched in irritation as she heard that name. That was her mothers name, not hers. Well, it was hers but she didn’t want it to be. That wasn’t going to be her name until her stupid mom died. 

‘’H0w many tim3s d0 i hav3 t0 t3ll y0u! I’m n0t m0m. I’m m3! And it’s 0bvi0us that n0 0n3 will b3 abl3 t0 c0nvinc3 y0u 0th3rwis3. Y0u w0nt g3t h3r back! Sh3’s d3ad, dad!’’ She shouted, trying to get him to actually listen to her for once.

He sighs, leaning his head against the wall.. Well as much as he could with his stupid horns. “Fuck…...” he curses for the first time she thinks EVER(god this man is a loser). He can barely stand to look her in the eyes, or even AT HER really. Before he can really say anything else Vee decides that he’s probably just gonna say some bullshit which just makes her more upset. 

‘’It’s b33n what.. Sixt33n y3ars? I d0nt think y0u can g3t h3r back. And f0rcing this 0nt0 y0ur daught3r isn’t g00d! Think ab0ut m3! Think ab0ut wh0 i am and n0t wh0 y0u want m3 t0 b3 f0r y0ur stupid fantasy 0f having m0m back!’’ She shouted ever so slightly louder, she loved her dad as much as she could. But fuck, dude. ‘’And trust m3, dad. I want m0m back t00, i miss h3r 3v3ry day, but i can't d0 this. I cant b3 m0m f0r y0u, i can’t just r3plac3 h3r s0 y0u d0nt hav3 t0 think ab0ut th3 fact sh3’s fucking d3ad!’’ She sobbed out, when did she start crying? She hated crying in front of people, but if this is what it takes for him to finally listen to her then it’s what she’s willing to do.

Strnin goes into full panic mode. He didn’t want this to happen but FUCK if it wasn’t completely his fault. All of this was directly caused by him. “w@-it—-- d0n’’t cry!! well,, cry i-f y0u need t00??” god he sucked at this “vee…… i- i kn0w y0u @ren’’t her..” big wet tears roll down his stupid grey cheeks.. Vee can’t even tell why he’s *actually* crying right now. “But g0d d@mn i-t—--” is all Vee needed to hear before she went off again.

‘’But what, dad? But what?!’’ She walked closer to him, rage fueling her bones.

“Y0u l00k JU$T li-ke her,,*but* y0u @ren’’t her……” he wants so badly to just get away from this confrontation, go away and hide in a tunnel somewhere. He’s already had this fight with Rainii, he doesn’t need MORE conflict… he *wants* to be left alone, but that's obviously not going to happen. He feels overwhelmed with everything that’s happening, that‘s happened. Everything he had to comfort himself was quickly falling apart around him.

‘’Just b3caus3 i l00k lik3 h3r d03snt giv3 y0u th3 right t0 MAK3 m3 h3r!’’ She was standing as in front of him as she could be. Her heart hurt, she didn’t want to hurt her father but she couldn’t stand him seeing her as someone she couldn’t physically be for him. She couldn’t be what he wanted, and she didn’t know how to make that go through his head. ‘’If i c0uld trad3 my lif3 f0r h3r t0 b3 aliv3 and h3r3 with y0u, i fucking w0uld. But w0uld sh3 apr0v3 0f y0u d0ing this? 0f y0u changing h3r and y0ur child int0 b3ing h3r s0 y0u c0uld ign0r3 th3 fact sh3 di3d? I d0nt think sh3 w0uld! And y0u n33d t0 g3t 0ut 0f y0ur fucking h3ad and r3aliz3 that, h3y im l3aving in a sw33p! Y0u cant k33p ign0ring wh0 i am, and wh3n i l3av3,’’ She paused to take a shaky breath in, trying not to cry more than she already was. ‘’And wh3n i l3av3, y0u w0nt hav3 s0m30n3 t0 pr3t3nd is m0m. Y0u w0nt hav3 s0m0n3 t0 k33p y0u san3, and… in all fucking h0n3sty I’m scar3d 0f what y0u’ll d0 t0 y0urs3lf wh3n i d0 3v3ntually l3av3, dad.’’ She failed miserably and was sniffling every chance she had.

Seeing Vee cry.. Hurt. knowing that he caused that was even worse. He just wanted to make everything better. He should have BEEN better. Rainii was right. Strnin let out a shaky breath, knowing he had to be strong. He was the adult here and he needed to man up. “Vee……i-’’m $o $0rry..” he wants to hug her. He wants to so bad.. But did *she* want a hug from him..? He felt awful that he didn’t actually know. Vexium had been pretty touch averse but.. Vee wasn’t Vex. “i-$..g0d,, y0u $h0uldn’’t need t0 w0rry ab0ut me like th@t” he gestures to let her into his arms, not pushing anything though.

She looked at him for a moment, her lip quivering. ‘’But I cant h3lp w0rrying ab0ut y0u, 3sp3cially aft3r m0ms passing.’’ She said, letting him embrace her. She hugged him back, getting her teary-ness all over his shoulder. ‘’But pl3as3 dad, y0u n33d t0 g3t 0v3r m0m… it’s b33n 16 y3ars man..’’ She giggled, half joking with him.

“Y0u kn0w,, thi-s w@$ $0methi-ng th@t i w0uldn’’t have been @ble t0 d0 wi-th vex..” he says, hoping that maybe that helped SOMETHING, or was at least acceptable to say. 

‘’That’s a start, i gu3ss’’ She smiled, hugging him tighter before letting go.

#angst' #ao3 #homestuck #alternative #authors #books #one shot #angst with a happy-ish ending #trollsona #troll oc #homestuck trolls #homestuck trollsona #homestuck sona #homestuck oc #homestuck fantroll #this is placed in the epilogues #yurrr