#i see them sleeping and i have to shake them just to be sure theyre not dead ...

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

omg i understand its okay🥹🤍

then can i request a fic w lando where the reader is really down lately, not eating or sleeping and just like sad because she’s feeling rly nostalgic and theyre away from home and she’s like scared of growing up (even tho she’s like barely 21) and lando gets really concerned when he notices shes losing weight and sleep and stuff so he confronts her and she breaks down😔 sry if that made no sense again just smthn im going through because i keep listening to ribs by lorde

We Have A Life Together - LN

First of all, I hope you're ok. Please make sure you're taking care of yourself, if you're that young it's so important to know that you there's good and bad days for all of us. But never ever put selfceare as the last priority.

I am going to alter this slightly. I'm going to make her closer to Lando's age, if that's ok, just bc I have an idea that I feel like would work well for the fearing growing up idea.

Y/n loves nothing more than being there to support Lando, she wants to see him succeeding. But sometimes these things come at a cost for herself.

Y/n hasn't been sleeping or eating for what feels like weeks, maybe months now.

"Baby...are you coming with me or joining later?" Lando asks, waking her up from the depth of sleep as he kisses her shoulder, his hands either side of her body to keep himself held up over her.

"Later. I'm still tired." Y/n murmurs not opening her eyes and while she hears a sigh from the driver before he kisses her skin softly again.

"Ok, I'll see you later." He states while she tries not to grimace, though her face is pressed mostly into the pillow so he can't really see it. "Make sure you order something from room service. You missed breakfast."

Y/n knows it's a new low to pretend to sleep just so she can rot in bed but it's the only thing she has the energy to today. In the moment, she can't possibly think of anything worse than getting up and trying to look presentable.

When her alarm goes to let her know she's really pushing her luck to get showered, ready and to the paddock before Lando is actually out on the track. She finally peels herself out of the bed and drags herself to the bathroom.

She's began to lose the ability to recognise herself. The dark bags weighing her whole face down, she's exhausted. The lack of sleep is visibly and her face has hollowed out by the lack of appetite that's meant she's lost weight too, only adding to her woes.

It's only a matter of time before Lando breaks up with her. They might be getting older but the two of them are not nearing the point of "for better or worse" so he's got no obligation to stay with her while she stops taking care of herself.

After her best efforts to look more alive and less like a dead body walking. She finally leaves, getting a car to the paddock and making her way inside.

Her mind wanders, as it seems to a lot recently, leaving her bumping into a body and with her lack of eating means her ability to react quick enough to catch herself leaves her landing ungracefully on the ground.

"Ow." Y/n winces as the body she bumps into rushes to aid her getting up.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." George states as he hooks his hands under her armpits and nearly throws her up onto her feet. "Oh bloody hell, sorry. You're lighter than I expected. Nearly caused more injury there. Are you alright?"

"No. No. I'm fine. It's my fault, I wasn't even looking where I was going." Y/n rambles shaking her head and noticing George frown at her. "Have you seen Lando? Just easier to ask than go looking and find he's not in the unit."

"I saw him doing some video content with Oscar. I think they're out on the track to be honest." George states then clearing his throat. "Are you sure you're alright? You hit the ground pretty hard."

Y/n thinks of the ache humming through her bones from the impact. Losing weight certainly means less cushioning for falls in clumsy moments.

"I'm good, certainly landed myself with worse injuries on a night out on the town." Y/n jokes managing to give the blonde brit a genuine smile. "I should go, I got here late. Needed extra sleep."

That seems to go unbelieved if George's expression is anything to go off of. Not that she's surprised, her attempts at covering up her exhaustion haven't done much to really improve anything.

"I'll see you guys later." Y/n smiles before she rushes off trying to locate her boyfriend. The last thing she really wants is to have to deal with other people, she was hoping to find him on his own. The marketing girls can get a little possessive over the McLaren drivers' attention being on anyone but them when they're trying to make content and Lando is...easily distracted by his girlfriend.

After about 10 minutes of looking, she manages to locate them.

They're doing some sort of race but as she appears she sees the marketing team deflate.

Lando is in the car with Oscar and when she walks over to the team, one particularly nasty girl looks her up and down.

"You look awful, when Lando said you'd be here late. I thought you might be actually making an effort when you come here." Katie comments making her sigh a little before deciding to remain quiet with young woman.

"Baby! There you are. I got your message but I was told off for being on my phone." Lando chuckles as he jumps out the car and moves to her, though he notices an injury both her and George really hadn't noticed. "Are you bleeding?"

His large hand grabs her wrist and shoves a scrap that she really hadn't noticed.

"Oh, uh...yeah. I bumped into George when I was on my way and fell over like an idiot." Y/n explains trying to be nonchalant as Lando inspects her injury. "Honestly, just wasn't looking where I was going."

"Guys, are we done?" Lando asks looking at the marketing team.

"Well we wanted to-"

"Sounds like a yes. I'm just taking y/n to the medical centre to clean her up." Lando states making the marketing team watch with strained smiles as they nod.

At one point they had tried to speak up to Lando about y/n disrupting content recording. So he told them that if they had something like that to say ever again then he'd be happy to tell them to fuck off, as he did on that occasion.

After she's cleaned up with instruction to be more careful Lando pulls her to his drivers' room.

"What did you get to eat?" Lando asks, already knowing the answer that she's about to give him.

"Oh uhh...I ended up not ordering. Figured I'd get something here." Y/n smiles always trying to appear happy and positive with her boyfriend especially when they're in the paddock and around his work.

"Baby, we need to talk." Lando states making her swallow thickly and look at him with a sigh. "What's going on?"

"What do you me?" Y/n questions with a small laugh and strained smile.

"Y/n, you're exhausted. You think I don't know you're not sleeping and not eating? I'm not blind. So can you please tell me why so I can help you however I need to so you are sleeping and eating again?"

Y/n knows that for Lando to call her out, it's his breaking-point. He doesn't like to talk about this sort of thing unless completely necessary.

"I'm scared." Y/n whispers knowing that to try and deny it would be a pointless effort.

"Scared of what?" Lando asks softly, almost fearing that it's him that's scaring her.

"It's just...everything is moving so quickly. You're 25 next year, and then I'm 25 after that and I miss home-god, I just I feel so homesick but then when I go home. I almost feel homesick with being away from you. I just feel like I'm getting left behind or being dragged along and I feel like such a burden to you. The anxiety is stopping me from sleeping and just the thought of food when it's in front of me makes me feel nauseous." Y/n starts crying harder and harder as she speaks and rambles.

"Ok, ok. Ok, let's just breathe and calm down." Lando soothes standing up and rushing to stand with her. "I've got you, just breathe with me."

His arms squeeze her as tightly as he feels like he can without making her heavy breathing worse.

Bjut eventually she's calmed down.

"Alright, baby. Do you know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think we need to get our families coming out to a few more races so you don't have to feel so homesick. We need to get more of your stuff over to our place in Monaco so you feel more at home. And you need to remember that...we are getting older but whenever I think of our future I think of...what ring I might get you...how you might look when I see you on the day of our wedding being walked down the aisle by your dad...how amazing you're going to look pregnant with any one of our kids...what we're going to speak the years after I retire doing because god we'll have so much time that you'll wish I would just leave you alone, but I won't. I can't imagine a future without you, but we have soooo much time before all of that. Well...most of it, maybe somethings will be coming sooner rather than later."

Y/n does finally smile in a way that he knows is her real genuine smile that isn't forced for anyone else's benefit.

"You're confident I'll be saying yes to a proposal."

"You can say that, but we both know I'm not wrong...look, it's ok to get in your head. But just tell me and I'll reassure you and let you know if it's worth being so neglectful towards yourself. Which for the record it's not. Especially when I am superhuman and can and will do anything and everything as a solution to whatever you're upset about, ok?"

"Ok."

"So does everything I said sound ok? Are you happy for us to figure this out all together?"

"Yes."

"Now, can we get you like three plates of food to eat. I'm going to sit with you and eat too, and make sure you eat everything I give you."

"Alright."

"Good. Well lets get moving because no better time like the present. Plus I'm hungry too." Lando smiles while moving to kiss her which she is more than accepting of before he manages to scoop her up. "Just in case you were planning on making a run for it. Or bumping into another driver who can apparently cause more damage than you realise."

#f1 #fanfic #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando #norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #lando norris fic #lando norris one shot #ln4 one shot #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #ln4 fluff #mclaren #mclaren f1 #ln4 fanfic #ln4 x you #ln4 x y/n #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren racing #formula one

[krisdreaming]

hello! this is fr my first time requesting for a oneshot. i have this scenario that i CANT get out of my head and i really love how you articulate things so 😁😁😁

basically it is volleyball national match between japan and argentina where reader is a huge oikawa fan but is engaged to osamu. they went to check on atsumu before the game and reader BEGS atsumu to get them a pic with oikawa in which atsumu replies with; " 'samu are you hearing this?!" and osamu goes "theyre my fiancee. believe me, im more pissed than you are." both of the twins are half-jokingly upset that reader is more happy to see oikawa but reader made it clear that they are rooting for japan!

reader ends up getting a pic with oikawa, osamu being the one taking the pic with a scowl on his face.

i just thought it would be funny hehe

Hihi anon, I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get to this one ;-; If you're reading this, you should know that it's been in the back of my mind ever since you first sent it. I've always been intending to write it, and I was just waiting for the perfect inspiration. And it finally hit me! It's Olympics time baby.

Pairing: Miya Osamu x gn!reader (but... it's not really the main focus?)

WC: 1k

"What did ya just ask me?" Osamu runs his fingers through his still-wet hair. He just stepped out of the bathroom, and you dropped a bomb on him.

"I said, do you think Atsumu can get me in to meet Oikawa Tooru tomorrow?" You bounce eagerly on the hotel bed.

"Ya do know Oikawa is on the opposite team, right?" Osamu asks slowly, and you flop back onto the bed with a groan.

"Of course, I'm not an idiot! It's just - you know I went to Aoba Johsai. I was a first year when Oikawa was a third year, so obviously I never actually met him, but my friends and I were kind of obsessed with him," You actually giggle. "Just imagine the looks on their faces when I get a photo with him!"

"It's like ya don't know my brother at all," Osamu sighs as he lifts the covers to crawl in bed. You scramble up and scoot in next to him. "Do ya know what it's gonna do to him if ya ask him that?"

"He's a big boy," You say breezily. "I think he can handle it."

Osamu just shakes his head, leaning over to turn off the lamp. "Just make sure he knows it was all your idea," He says pointedly, pulling the blanket up and settling back against his pillows.

"Just think," You sigh, snuggling your cheek against his bicep, "Tomorrow I'm going to meet the Oikawa Tooru."

"Yer already practically related to the Miya Atsumu. Isn't that enough?" He grumbles.

"He's old news," You chuckle, and Osamu huffs what could almost be considered a laugh through his nose.

"Whatever. Just get some sleep. Big day tomorrow." He presses a kiss to your lips. You settle in against his chest, but you aren't feeling very tired at all.

The next morning, Osamu grips your hand tight as you wind your way through the Olympic stadium. It's so full of people and sounds and lights, it almost makes you dizzy. Eventually, you hear Atsumu bellow your and Osamu's names.

"You're here!" He pulls you both into a bone crushing hug. "Ya all ready to cheer for me? I want ta hear ya yelling all the way on the court." He grins.

"Of course!" You say, completely sincere. "You're gonna kill it today, 'Tsumu." You sock him on the arm. He almost turns to go, but you stop him.

"Wait, 'Tsumu!" You say. "I've got a teeny, tiny favor to ask you." He narrows his eyes, and Osamu backs slightly away, as if denying any kind of association with you in this moment.

"What kinda favor?" He asks slowly. Your grin widens.

"Is there any way you can get me in to meet Oikawa Tooru?" You ask, clasping your hands in front of yourself and pasting on your best puppy dog look. Atsumu immediately swings around to glare at Osamu, who throws his hands up in defense.

"Are ya hearin' this?" He almost yells.

"I've been hearin' it for the last 24 hours," Osamu exaggerates drily. "And it wasn't my idea, 'Tsumu! Swear! Ya think I want my fiancée meetin' that pretty boy?"

Atsumu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. "Yer lucky I love ya," He finally bites out, and you can't hold back your excited squeak.

"Seriously?! Thanks, 'Tsumu!" You throw your arms around him, and he huffs.

"Guess we gotta hurry," He grumbles, turning on his heel. You grab for Osamu and practically drag him along behind you. Before you know it, you're surrounded with the team Argentina colors.

"Hiya," Atsumu approaches one of the team's managers and gestures to you, "Is Oikawa-san around? Got somebody that'd like to meet him."

"Oh? Someone looking for me?" At the sound of his voice, you turn, suddenly feeling like you're back in high school again, and just a little bit star struck.

"Oikawa-san!" You blurt out, "I was such a huge fan of yours in high school!" You can hear Atsumu feign a gag behind you, but you ignore him.

"No way, really?" Oikawa laughs, delighted. "I don't always get to meet such dedicated fans." He turns and rattles off something in Spanish to someone behind him. She produces a glossy photograph, and he scribbles his signature across it.

"Oh, wow," You gush, carefully gripping the photo so as not to smudge the fresh autograph.

"Hey, you got your phone there? We can get a quick picture." You pull it from your pocket immediately, pulling up the camera with shaky hands. Your friends are going to lose their minds.

"Here," Oikawa hands your phone to the same manager who'd just handed him the photo, and she holds it up, ready to snap the photo. When you turn to pose with him, you catch a glimpse of Osamu, arms crossed over his chest. The frown crinkling his brow is absolutely adorable. Atsumu, meanwhile, is cradling his forehead in his palm.

Oikawa slides his arm around you, the two of you smile, and that quickly, the photo is snapped.

"Thank you so much!" You retrieve your phone. "My friends aren't gonna believe this. This was so great of you, Oikawa-san."

"No problem," He gives his hand a wave, "Can I count on you cheering for me?" He asks, flashing you one of his signature grins. You feel your smile falter.

"Sorry," You say, biting your lip, "That's one thing I can't do."

His eyes dart to the twins, and to your surprise, he barks out a laugh. "Guess I should have expected that! He's a lucky guy to have you cheering for him."

"My future brother-in-law," You explain quickly, feeling Osamu's eyes boring into you. Oikawa laughs again, delighted.

"Don't you worry. I'll give him hell just for you." He winks, and you can't help but laugh at that.

"Thanks again!" You say quickly.

"Anytime," He says amiably, turning back to his team.

The twins descend on you immediately. You proudly display the photo on your phone, but Atsumu reaches for the signed photo in your hand.

"What the hell did ya need ta get his autograph for?" Atsumu grumbles.

"Oi!" Osamu reaches for your phone and peers a little closer at the photo. "Is that his hand on yer hip?"

You link your arms through both of theirs appeasingly, grinning widely. Would you look at that? You've managed to make both Miya twins jealous at once.

#yo this was so fun #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu #miya atsumu #oikawa tooru

[total-drama-brainrot]

hi idk if this has been said but . pls hear my vision… lindsay and noah platonic duo. brains and the beauty. noahs the brains. lindsays the beauty. noahs like “jeez this girl is dumb i cn manipulate her or smth” but then he starts warming up to her and they like paint eachothers nails and talk about boys or somthing idk please theyre besties trust 🤞

(also noah finally gets a makeover courtesy of lindsay)

I think I might've mentioned this exact duo before, though I may be wrong about that. Regardless, I've had Many A Thought about the potential dynamic between Lindsay "reclaiming bimbo as a term of empowerment" and Noah "could be god's biggest hater but was nerfed with an inability to GAF", to the point where I have a few drafts exploring this exact concept.

Through the lens of my eyes (blurry as it would be, my prescription fairly strong), I don't think Noah would ever consider manipulating Lindsay- at least, not in a similar manner to the likes of Heather or Alejandro. He's shown in canon to be pretty adverse to the idea. Why else would he make those comments about Alejandro in "I See London..."?

Not that he doesn't think about how easy it would be to use her. But his morality wins out over his scheming thoughts pretty quickly- no one wants to be New Heather, after all.

However, he's also shown a capacity to explore sneakier options of deception and trickery; pretending to pass out during the 20k run in The Big Sleep, trying to excuse his comment about Alejandro under the guise of it "being a compliment where he's from", tricking the Sasquatch with his fake ball throwing, getting himself eliminated on purpose in Dodgebrawl. I'm trying to think of other examples In Canon off the top of my head, but I'm coming up short since most of his actual speaking lines in the show are 'zingers' and 'witty one-liners' instead of actual character moments.

And we also know, from the way he treats Owen, that he's a lot more patient and indulgent towards the... 'slower' or 'simpler' contestants. He very rarely gets mad at Owen's mistakes- see how he gently chastises him in "Super Happy Crazy Fun Time Japan" when he's disturbing their set, he'd pretty much gentle parenting him, or how he doesn't even raise his voice against Owen after being blasted by nose-shake in "I See London...". You could argue that Owen just has best friend privileges, but given the way he also talks about his dog I think Noah just has a soft spot for happy-go-lucky, heart-of-gold, kind of stupid people (and blondes). Sound familiar?

Lindsay would fall under this umbrella of 'treat with kindness' because of this, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't try to subtly nudge her in the 'right direction'- out of Heather's and/or Alejandro's influence and into his own. For her own safety, of course.

Not that I think he'd even like Lindsay at first. The two of them are opposite ends of the social spectrum; I'd take a while for Lindsay to break through his snarky exterior, but I think eventually Noah would realise that she isn't the 'two-faced airhead popular girl' he'd assumed her to be and quickly warm up to her (she's airheaded, sure, but there's nothing two-faced or nefarious/mean-spirited about Lindsay). It's a classic case of "extrovert adopts introvert".

Meanwhile, Lindsay would be dead-set on breaking Noah out of his sour little shell. Either because she overhears Owen/Izzy/Eva explaining how Noah struggles to make friends because he's "very shy" and "mixes up his insults and his compliments", thus she assumes that, hey, Noah's made fun of her a few times, maybe that was just him trying to be friendly? So she makes it her mission to reciprocate his efforts and befriend him (much to Noah's initial suspicion, and begrudging appreciation).

Or she gets the concept of a 'gay best friend' stuck in her head (an impressive feat, getting anything stuck in such a vacant space /j) probably from watching too many high school teen dramas, and sees Noah as the ideal candidate since he pretty much embodies most of the stereotypical GBF traits; a sassy twink who's defining characteristic is making snarky comments. If Noah ever caught wind of this, he'd either be mortified by the concept and avoid Lindsay like the plague until she'd eventually hunt him down, or he'd think the whole concept is too funny to pass up and gladly play the part- if only for his own amusement. (Personally I headcanon him as bi, but he's so canonically queer coded that he fits the stereotype anyway.)

Which is all just a long-winded way of me saying I think Lindsay would kindle the friendship without giving Noah much of a choice (again, extrovert adopting introvert) and Noah would just go along with it, being the lazy guy he is, and quickly grow fond/protective over her.

If he and Owen are the golden retriever and black cat dynamic, Noah and Lindsay are an afghan hound and a black cat; Noah has a lot of black cat energy (that's just a given) and you cannot tell me that Lindsay isn't an afghan hound- they're pretty, gentle-natured and renown for their low intelligence.

Plus, Lindsay's capacity for meanness (as unintentional as it may be) would be comedy gold to Noah. He'd encourage her to keep that sharp tongue and steel spine, if not for his own entertainment, then to ensure she doesn't become someone else's doormat again. In return, Lindsay would bring out a softer side of Noah, likely a result of her reminding him of his several older sisters.

She'd absolutely abuse her 'soft Noah' privileges too by roping him in on sleepovers where the two of them gossip and paint each other's nails (Noah's against the idea at first but Lindsay hits him with the puppy eyes and he folds like a lawn chair), eventually leading to Lindsay giving Noah a much needed glow up. He finds himself enjoying the pampering- though he'd never admit it- and Lindsay's just ecstatic that she has someone to use as a dress-up doll (Tyler wouldn't let her give him another makeover after Paris).

#i have a lot of thoughts about the beauty&brains duo #this would also be why lindsay calls tyler 'noah' in wt btw. she's mixing up her bf and her gbf. doesn't help that they both-- #have long-ish brown hair and wear red (she's face blind give my girl a break 😭) #this ended up longer than i anticipated. again. at this point i should stop assuming i'll give short responses. #the brainrot cannot be contained. i am patient zero. #anyway THANK YOU FOR THE ASK please feed me more b&b content. it fuels me. #total drama #td lindsay #td noah #silly headcanons #character analysis #⬅ kind of? a little bit #replies #long post

[heliads]

hey babes!!! Ive been LOOVING your minho fics a lot since im back in my tmr phase 😘 if you still write for maze runner, could you do a minho x f!reader where theyre both runners and they have this kind of unspoken rivalry between each other and one day they arrive late to the maze’s gates, and theyre about to close when the reader manages to push minho to the gates so that he escapes but the reader doesnt?? and like the next day he sees the reader run to the gates when they open and he like finally admits his feelings for them? im so sorry if this was too specific!! 😘😘😘😘

anon i love this. anything for minho

masterlist

Minho is causing problems. Again.

It’s not even that bad this time. He’s bored, that’s what this really boils down to, he’s bored as hell and there’s nothing left to do in this place until sunrise tomorrow. He likes being a Runner, he’s not sure what he could possibly do that would feel half as right as this, but once he comes out of the Maze for the afternoon, he’s left with nothing to do at all.

Technically, that isn’t true. He could definitely go help one of his friends with their daily chores, but let’s be real, that was never an option. When you chip in one too many times, people start expecting that you’ll be there every time, and Minho doesn’t want to have another reason to let the Gladers down, so he stays by himself.

Right now, he’s by himself in the Map Room, the product of finishing the day’s run early yet again. Minho has already recorded all the twists and turns of today’s venture through the Maze, and his partner, Ben, is long gone. 

The guy probably found an empty corner of the Glade and disappeared for a nap, where he can emerge hours later, shaking his head like he’s forgotten where he is. Minho is deeply envious of his friend’s ability to sleep so easily. There are few things he wouldn’t do for a good night’s rest for once.

Ben’s absence also means that Minho is completely unsupervised, which should be a red flag to anyone else. Luckily, no one has noticed yet, which means that Minho has time to set up the perfect prank. It’s fantastic, and no one will have any idea it was him. 

A voice from behind Minho makes him startle. Looks like he isn’t the criminal mastermind he thought he was.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?”

Minho turns around slowly to face Newt, another one of his good friends. The blond second in command has his arms folded across his chest, the picture of weary disappointment.

Minho grins as innocently as he can. “What? Nothing. Just another day in the Map Room, you know. As a Runner, I can do whatever I want in here, and–”

Newt cuts him off irritably. “You mean that you’re not trying to hide all the writing supplies so Y/N can’t find them?”

Minho glances conspicuously at the door to the Map Room supply closet, which refuses to close. That might be because he’s stuffed every box he can find in there, but who knows, really?

“Oh, this? That’s just, uh, some spring cleaning. It gets really dusty in here, have you ever noticed that?”

Newt rolls his eyes. “Can I ask what Y/N’s done to deserve this, at least?”

Minho chuckles. “Nothing in particular, but you know that. Listen, this is going to be fantastic. The second she opens the door tomorrow afternoon, every box on this side of the Glade is going to come sliding out like a supply avalanche. It’ll be hilarious.”

Newt groans. “You do realize that being Keeper of the Runners means that you’re actually supposed to be responsible, right? Not doing whatever this is?”

Newt gestures vaguely at the pile of stuff behind Minho. He’s not wrong, obviously, Minho knows that he’s just being a slinthead, but at least doing ‘whatever this is’ keeps him distracted. 

Already, though, the thrill of doing something wrong is wearing away, leaving him twitchy and prickly with guilt. His stomach feels hot, like he’s some kid who’s gotten caught trying to skip school. If he knew what school was like, that is. Regardless, it’s probably better than here.

Minho sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You can skip the lecture, I already know it’s dumb. Just need to do something, I guess. At least this’ll make someone laugh.”

Newt arches a brow, although he’s starting to smile. “Yeah, you and me. Not Y/N so much, though. Really, why is it that you two are at each other’s throats all the time? I would have thought that you’d get along.”

Minho steps away from the supply closet at last, leaning up against a nearby wall. “We do most of the time, it’s just more fun to squabble. We try to see who finishes their daily run faster, who’s more accurate, that sort of thing. Fills the time, I guess.”

Newt shrugs. “Whatever keeps you two on track. Just make sure that your cascade of boxes doesn’t mess up any of the maps, or you’ll have to do some spring cleaning there, too.”

Minho shudders. “Trust me, I didn’t touch the maps. I’m not completely out of my mind.”

Newt smirks. “Only a little bit, then?”

Minho chuckles at last. “Only a little bit.”

He leaves the Map Room soon after that, Newt having done his job of convincing Minho not to start anything else. The rest of the day passes in a blur, as it always does; the Gladers stick with their respective jobs, the sun is hot, the night is cool. The Doors slide shut and everyone pretends it isn’t completely terrifying to be stuck in here week after week. The last Greenie day was far enough away that the newest arrival has stopped crying at last. It’s frustratingly repetitive, but at least they aren’t dead. That’s all Minho has going for him at the moment.

Minho rises at dawn like usual, but this time Newt does too. Minho shoots his friend a questioning glance, especially when the second in command gestures for Y/N and Minho to follow him a few paces away.

Newt speaks at first, voice low to make sure he doesn’t wake up the rest of the Gladers. “I need you two to run together today. The next section we need keeps getting switched up by other Runners, and you two are the best we’ve got. Alby figures that if both of you run together, you’re less likely to mess up.”

Minho shoots a suspicious glance at Y/N, but she seems fine with it, so he nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “We’ll see you this afternoon. If we get everything right, can we get a day off?”

Newt laughs. “Not a chance. Get running, you useless shanks.”

Minho grins and heads towards the Doors, Y/N at his side. She looks at him just before they enter the Maze, expression somewhat bemused.

“I don’t think I’ve actually run with you in forever. Scared you won’t be able to keep up?” She says, grinning so brightly Minho thinks she might be able to outshine the sun.

If Minho had any misgivings about why today’s section is so difficult to run that he’d need to go with Y/N, they’re banished by the sound of his own surprised laugh.

“Not a chance. I’d be worried about you, though. I’m rumored to be the fastest guy around.”

Y/N laughs too, and they take off into the twisting stone corridors. As they pass tangles of ivy and progress further into the Maze, Minho finds himself secretly grateful that he’s here with Y/N. At least now he can deflect his own paranoia by making jokes, although he’d never admit that to her face.

Truth be told, the longer the day wears on, the more thankful he is for Y/N’s presence. Their ever present rivalry lets him hide behind a familiar shield of sharp tongues and false criticisms, their painted veneers thick as ever. He’s never said a word that wasn’t a lie. He’s never been more true in his life, but man, who even knows that when you’ve been forced to forget all but the last year?

Even beyond his favored coping mechanism, Minho still feels himself getting nervous when they reach their halfway point far past noon. They should have had their lunch break here about an hour earlier, they should have turned back by now. It’s not that the road is difficult, it’s that it’s impossible. The creators of this godless Maze have a new hitter with this section, it’s somehow different from every other segment Minho has run.

He’s used to thinking that he owns the place like he runs it, that he could find his way inside and out, blindfolded, in the dead of night. Today is making Minho doubt himself like he never has before. When at last they reach the turning back point, Y/N and Minho lock eyes and decide not to eat their lunch. There’s no time for a break, not when they’re so late already. He pushes aside the dull ache in his stomach and keeps going.

It’s harder and harder to keep his spirits up. Even though he’s already been down most of the section this morning, it’s no easier to find his way back. His already existing stress just builds and builds until Minho second guesses himself at every turn. Y/N’s no better, he can tell that, but at least the two of them are halfway decent at doing this together. They can keep each other in check long enough to make it out, Minho is certain of it. Or, he’d like to be certain of it. He’s not sure what he believes in anymore, nothing really matters in this face of the Maze.

Truth be told, he’s getting really worried. The sky is darkening at a far too rapid rate, and although Minho would like nothing more than to thrust his hands up and beg the time to stop long enough for them to just get out, it’s far too late in the afternoon. They should have been out of the Maze for at least half an hour by now, yet they’re still running. It’s not good, to say the least.

At last, they make the final turn and spot the Doors up ahead. Minho glances towards Y/N, sparing enough time to flash her a quick grin before picking up his pace even despite his screaming lungs and legs. They’ve barely turned the corner, though, when the ground starts shaking beneath his feet.

It takes Minho a couple of moments to realize what’s going on, why it sounds like thunder even without a drop of rain. He should know this sound from hearing it twice per day, yet for some reason being on this side of the Maze when the Doors start to close makes it completely, utterly foreign.

That’s what’s happening, after all, the Doors are closing and Minho is about to be locked out. His breath surges in his chest, absolutely terrified. He can’t be dying now, not after everything. He sprints with everything he has, Y/N right beside him. They have to get out, but they can’t. They’re too far away.

Still, he tries. They both do. The gap is already shrinking, just out of reach. Minho’s steps start to slow for just a second as he realizes that this is impossible, that there’s no way he can actually make it in time. Just before the Doors shut fully, though, something slams into him from behind and he’s pushed through.

A half second later, Minho is standing on the other side of the Doors. He doesn’t know how it happened until he turns back and sees Y/N still in the Maze, and then he knows. She must have shoved him through just in time, but she won’t make it now. Minho has just enough time to lock eyes with her before the Doors slam together, and then she’s gone, gone forever.

Minho stalks towards the Doors as if expecting them to open again, but there’s nothing, no movement from the solid stone. He raises a hand to them tentatively, then slams his fist into the Doors, again and again until it comes back bloody. There’s a hand on his arm, Newt maybe, trying to guide him away, but Minho shakes him loose as if the boy were a fly. 

Minho shouts until his voice is hoarse, begging for any sign that Y/N is somewhere on the other side, but his screams go unanswered. At last, he’s exhausted, and barely manages to drag himself to the Map Room. He has to get this down so Y/N’s sacrifice won’t be in vain.

He walks into the Map Room and stares at the model in the middle of the room, scarcely able to concentrate long enough to register that he’s in the right place. Minho reaches for the door to the supply closet to grab a pencil and paper, and stares uncomprehendingly as stacks of boxes slide out at him, puddling around his feet like a cardboard sea.

It hits him then, that this was his doing, his supposed prank on Y/N from yesterday. It feels like he set it up centuries ago, and the weight of everything he’s just lost comes crashing back down on his shoulders. Minho slumps to the ground, sitting in the mess he’s made. He can’t believe that Y/N would do that, save him when it meant damning herself. 

Truth be told, he’s not sure if he would have made the same choice as easily as her. When it comes down to it, would Minho have saved Y/N, or would he have been content that at least he wouldn’t have died alone? Would he have even realized that was a possibility in the first place? He’d like to say that he would have done it every time, but he won’t know for sure until he’s in a position like that again.

Everyone is treading carefully around Minho, he can see that. The second he sits down at a table to pretend to eat his dinner, everyone either flashes him brief sympathetic glances or just looks away completely, as if by not meeting his gaze they won’t have to deal with what just happened.

Minho kind of wants to do something to force them to think about it, like clamber up onto a table and start shouting about how they’re all being useless shanks by sitting around and pretending nothing ever happened. It’s not like any of them could possibly do anything, not really, but at least he’d feel better than this constant guiltiness.

He can’t sleep at all that night, too caught up in the fact that Y/N is out there somewhere, absolutely terrified, if she hasn’t already died. That, too, is almost unmentionable. What will he do if he’s out running the next day and finds her, broken and bloody, no longer able to laugh with him or even draw a single breath? It might kill him too.

The sky brightens eventually, although Minho has yet to be convinced that the day has actually begun. Maybe it’s just one endless night forever, again and again until there is no end to any of this. Minho sees a couple of Gladers starting to get up and stares at them, confused, until he realizes that they’re Runners, which means that he has to get up too.

That’s the worst part about all of this, how he’s expected to go about his day and head into the Maze once more as if he didn’t just lose Y/N. He doesn’t know if he can do this. Frypan asks if he wants to sit the day out, but Minho’s already up, so he just shrugs and says that he has nothing else to do. It’s true, but not a good excuse, and both boys know it.

Minho finds himself standing outside the Doors with a small crowd of Gladers. Most of the others are still asleep, having assumed that today will play out the way every other day does, in which those who stay in the Maze overnight will be dead. That’s the way it’s always been, but Minho still finds himself silently praying that Y/N might be the exception.

Newt walks over to Minho just before the time comes. “You going to be alright?”

Minho lifts a shoulder, voice dull. “I don’t think I have a choice.”

A rumbling sound emanates throughout the Glade, and Minho turns his fragmented attention back towards the Doors. Despite the odds, he still feels his spirits fall when he notices that nobody is there waiting for him. He didn’t realize how much hope he was still holding out that Y/N would survive until he’s faced with this empty corridor.

Minho stands there a moment longer, just staring and watching his very soul bleed away from him, and then he sees it. A flicker of movement, just at the end of the hallway stretching out before him. Minho doesn’t know for certain until he’s already moving, and then he’s running as fast as he can towards Y/N.

Y/N, who is by some miracle still alive, who’s limping towards him around the corner. Minho runs faster than he ever has before until he’s before her. He wraps his arms around her before he knows what he’s doing, pulling her so close that they might become one and the same. His eyes flicker shut, at last dropping off the last bit of his stress.

“You’re alright,” he says, barely able to manage the syllables.

“Mostly,” Y/N mumbles against his shoulder. He holds her closer anyway.

At last, Minho reluctantly lets her go, immediately starting to scan her for injuries. Her ankle looks bad, maybe twisted, but other than a few scrapes and gashes on her arms, she’s mostly unharmed. It’s a miracle.

Y/N arches a brow as if she can tell what he’s thinking. “Surprised to see me?”

Minho laughs quietly. “Something like that. Mainly relieved that you made it out.”

She smirks. “Of course I made it out. Did you really think I’d ever let you stay the fastest Runner forever?”

“Not a chance,” Minho breathes, “I need you more than anyone else here.” 

Her smile widens into something genuine. She’s not gone, he’s alright. Nothing could ever be better.

maze runner tag list: @rogueanschel, @ellobruv, @retvenkos, @neewtmas, @hiya-its-amber, @thatfangirl42, @gods-fools-heroes

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Ok. Here me out. Sebek in Octinavelle. It’s canon that if Sebek had to choose any other dorm to be in, he’d choose Octinavelle on the basis of picking up more people skills for Malleus’ political benefit. Think about it. Sebek, uptight and an adamant rule follower whose not that great with hidden meanings and the like, being stuck with Azul and the Tweels, arguably the sleaziest sons of bitches on campus. It’d be the FUNNIEST shit on this earth bro.

Sebek working in the lounge (playing WAITER of all things; it’s priceless seeing Azul begging Sebek to not accidentally scare the customers off), Azul trying his HARDEST to instill some business sense into Sebek and get him to pick up some habits worthy of a member of Octinavelle (It’s not working) (Sebek has no fucking clue how to do the whole bargaining thing, he’s incapable of lying)

Sebek and the Tweels interacting?? PLEASE. Jade just likes messing with him. Floyd likes to mess with him as well (he says outta pocket shit to try and rule Sebek up) (It works.) They’ve actually gotten to the point of physical altercation because Floyd was still trying to figure Sebek out and didn’t know WHEN exactly to stop pushing so hard.

I'll be honest I thought he would choose Octavinelle because there's a chance that salmon could be there/hj

BUT OH MY GODDDDDD SEBEK GET OUT OF THERE OCTAVINELLE ARE DRAMATIC AND FEEL THE NEED TO USE CRYPTIC FUCKING RIDDLES DURING DAY TO DAY SPEECH YOUR AUTISTIC LOOKS WILL NOT CAPTIVATE THEM

Just imagining Azul trying to get Sebek to understand business lingo but failing immediately. "Sebek, don't bother boiling the ocean." "???? IM RE-ORGANIZING THESE FILES. WHERE DOES THE OCEAN COME IN."

Sebek scared off the customers at first but the first brave student who decided to give him a shot quickly found out that Sebek...is not fit for social interactions. He asked him what he'd recommend from the menu and Sebek covered his face with it while groaning in pain. They felt so bad for him they took the notepad from him and wrote down their order instead 😭

Azul never made him play waiter ever again

They realized he was incapable of lying when Floyd suddenly ran up to him and told him to not tell Azul where he was or else he'll squeeze him. He hid in a closet. Azul rounded the corner and asks Sebek in an impatient tone where Floyd was. Sebek asked him who Floyd was.

...Floyd was too shocked with how BAD Sebek was at lying he didnt bother going through with his threat

THEY DEFINITELY FOUGHT 😭😭😭 Floyd finds it fun that they have their own prominent freshman of the dorm! Sure, there are other freshmen, but theyre....eh. Nothing too special. Sebek on the other hand BAWLED when he was assigned to Octavinelle and tried to sleep in the courtyard of Diasomnia (It was too cold) (He returned to Octavinelle). This kid is FUCKED UP Floyd wants to shake him around.

Jade meanwhile wants to observe him in a fucking petri dish. Constantly compares Sebek's crocodile form to his, Floyd's and Azul's. Wonders out loud who would win in a fight between a crocodile, octupus, and an eel. Sebek isnt entirely too picky about food because anything better than Lilia's is a GODSEND, so he's the perfect test subject for all of Jade's dishes. Sebek is clueless to how far his mushroom obsession can go.

Azul has to take care of the tweels AND Sebek. He has to make sure that Sebek doesnt get into a fight with another Octavinelle member because Sebek didnt pick up on their sarcasm, tries to jump into any and every body of water, and let his temper get the best of him when the tweels mess around with him.

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks! #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #octavinelle

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azul meeting someone in a dream that loves and comforts he alot, started tryna to sleep n stuff to see them more often one day met the person irl but the next time he looks for them they never appeared bc theyre just a figment of his imagination or sumn <////3 idk king i was just listening to a song and ya

Azul's Dream

Okay so I got carried away and made this into something different, Reader is called Yuu, Gender Neutral, Yuu is a Magicless Human in dreamworld, I tried not to give Yuu too much story but they do have parental figures they refer to. Combined 2 reqs in one here for praising Azul!!

Synopsis: Ever since he was a kid, Azul wished for a friend. One day, he started to dream a wonderful dream of Yuu. Yuu was always a friend in his dream, however as he got older, he assumed you were fake, imaginary. Imagine his surprise during orientation. 

Another awful day of school. Another day of humiliation. You fat octopus. You stupid nerd. You crybaby.

Azul retreated into his octopus pot, hiding away for the night. Once he was sure everyone was asleep, he wept. He was so lonely. All he wanted was a friend. Someone who he could talk to. Someone who wouldn’t make fun of him.

"Why do they have all these friends and I dont have one? It’s not fair… All I want is one friend…” Azuls sobs continued until he fell asleep, crying.

***

“Hello? Hellooo? Are you okay?” 

Azul’s eyes fluttered open, squinting as he looked around. Just where was he? Azul looked around from where he rested his head. He was no longer in his octopot much to his horror. Furthermore, he seemed to be curled up in the fetal position out in the open ocean. It’s like he was begging to get eaten. Azul jolted up from the white sand, wincing at the sun that shone directly in his face. Was he in the shallows? Why was it so bright, and empty?

“Woah!” Azul froze again, momentarily forgetting someone else was there. He was shaking. Were you here to laugh at him too? Apprehensively, he turned around, preparing himself mentally to hold back any tears. Opening his eyes he saw… a human? How were you underwater?

“Hi!” The child said, giggling. “I’m Yuu! And you are…?” Yuu stood over Azul with a bright smile on their face. He hesitated for a moment before shyly muttering out his name. “I… I’m Azul.” “Nice to to meet you Azul.” The human looked around them, eyes twinkling in fascination. “Woah… the waters sooo coool!” 

A gasp makes him peek through his fingers as he sees Yuu standing over him, eyes wide. “Did you just change color?!” The kid beamed. “That’s so coool! How did you do that?!” Azul was taken aback for a moment, before uncurling himself. His tentacles shifted back to their normal color and spread out. “I um… I’m an octopus… and uh... we can change color to match our surroundings…” Why did he say that? Why did he tell them? They’re gonna laugh, call him a nerd! No one thinks of an octopus when they think of cool or mermaids. Yuu voice snapped him out of his self-deprecating thoughts.

Yuu waved their arms, allowing themself to float off of the sea floor, giggling the whole time. This was strange, creepy even to Azul and even more so confusing. Where was he? And what was a human child doing here? Azul had so many questions but was too scared to ask. What if you laughed at him or called him stupid? His inky body shifted color to match the white sand below him, trying to hide from everything. Azul put his hands over his face, hoping to disappear, this was just a weird dream or nightmare.

“You’re an octopus? Wait… Are you a mermaid?!” Azul swore this human couldn’t glow any brighter. “Woaah! We don’t have mermaids in real life! It’s sucks ‘cause I always thought it would be cool. Having fun at the beach and stuff…” Yuu ended up rambling and talking his ear off, asking him all kinds of questions about being a mermaid, ranging from innocent to ridiculous.

It was strange at first, then a warm fuzzy feeling washed over him. He was being treated as a person, a normal kid! Not the dumb, fat octopus everyone known him for. A wobbly smile rose to his face as he answered, the conversation trailing off into much more normal territory. What do you like to do? What’s your favorite dinosaur? What about your favorite color? Wanna play a game? How am I breathing underwater? Is it because its a dream? Such basic questions made Azul wanna tear up from joy that he’s being treated so normally…

But all good things come to and end, and this was no exception. “Aww man. I feel my body waking up… I don’t wanna go back to the real world! I wanna stay here!” Yuu cried out, shaking their body upsettedly. Azul frowned in realization that they are just a figment of his imagination, a dream and nothing more. It was still strange though, seeing how his dream was aware of it being a dream. Please don’t let this end so soon, please.

"Bye-bye Azul… I hope we can play again soon…” Yuu stretched out their tubby arms for a hug, one which Azul returned, wrapping them up with all his tentacles as well. “Can you promise me we’ll see each other again? Pleeease?” Azul stammered a bit, “I promise.” And with those words he woke up alone his octopot, tears running down his face.

***

Dream about a friend once, that’s just sad, have the exact same dream again, now this is weird. He honestly wasn’t expecting to see Yuu again, he was pleasantly surprised though. Azul woke up in the same shallow waters he was in before, a familiar voice calling to him.

“…end ….friend… Best friend!” Azul woke up to Yuu floating over him, air bubbles coming out of their mouth as their large-eyed looked at him with such comforting familiarity. “You’re awake! And you kept your promise! We can play again” 

From there started a strange trend, one that he would take to his grave. He can’t imagine telling anyone about such pathetic dreams. However deep in his heart he loved it. He looked forward to every nap time and bedtime he got, if it meant to see Yuu again.

***

Not all dreams were good dreams. The bullies at middle school were especially mean today, and he hoped to sleep it all away. However, it seems that his torment follows him even here. Curled up in on himself and crying, Azul refused to look up. He say there on the sand as the other mer surrounded him, pointing and laughing. “He’s not even looking at us.” “He’s inking everywhere!” “He’s a crybaby, even here.”

“Please…” Please just leave him alone. Please please please please please. He just wanted to crawl up into a ball and die right now, maybe then will this all end. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys?! Leave him alone!”

Azul peeked through his arms to see Yuu, hands on their hips with a determined look on their face. “Azul is an amazing person, he’s cooler, smarter, and stronger than all of you! He’s better than all of you!” Azul wanted to hide even more. Great, now his one friend sees how much of a baby he is. He can’t even defend himself.

Azul froze when he felt arms wrap around him in a protective hug. “C’mon Azul, lets get out of here.” Azul allowed you to drag him away. It was a good thing that Yuu was in front of him, dragging him away, at least like this they wouldn’t see how pathetic he looked with inky tears rolling down his cheeks. The dream world was awfully blank, just shallow water and sun, where was he being led to? Yuu suddenly stopped, eyes closed, and concentrated hard. “…Yuu?”

Suddenly, a room rose up from sand, a blank white box with a simple door, smaller than most, perfect for a kid. “Hehe, I did it! I knew I can dream it up! In here...” Yuu twisted the doorknob and opened the door, pulling Azul in. Azul whimpered and choked back a sob along with his tears, which he wiped away. Looking around he found himself in a bedroom. The decorations and bed-size made it apparent that room for a young kid, perhaps a tween. His eyes ended up landing on the bed, in particular a cartoony octopus plush that lay on it.

Yuu tilted their head, and then their body relaxed in realization. “Oh him?” Yuu sat down on their bed, inviting Azul to sit with them. Azul sat, and hugged his tentacles to his chest. The human picked up the plushie and offered it to Azul. “Here, take it. I went to the aquarium recently and my parents got it for me. I found it near the octopus exhibits. He’s really squishy.” Azul took the plush, and examined it, taking note of the lopsided dent in it probably from all the affection it receives along with its cartoony eyes and smile.

The octopus held the plush close to him, squeezing it before burying his face in it and sobbing. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry!” Azul's cries were muffled by the plush. “Eh? What’re you apologing for, Zul?” Azul’s breath hitched. “I must look so stupid, crying like this! I’m just a stupid chubby crybaby that can’t do anything right! I can’t even stand up for myself and you… you had to do it for me!”

Despite the muffled cries, Yuu can tell their friend was in hysterics and gave a sad smile, even knowing he couldn’t see it. A warm hand laid on Azul’s back, rubbing it, their voice soft. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s what friends do, plus those guys were real assholes. I'm sorry you had to go through that.”

Some time passed and Azul’s sobs dwindled. “There, see? Doesn’t it feel better now? I remember as a kid my parents would say that its okay to cry, ‘cause the quicker your done crying, the better your day can be. It takes a rainy day to know the sun or something like that…” Yuu trailed off and cleared their throat. Azul spoke up from the silence, voice croaky, “I ruined your plushie…”

Yuu let out a chuckle and wrapped an arm around Azul. “It’s okay, I can dream up a new one,” they said, examining the ink stained plush. “You know… I named this after you. Actually I’ve really been getting into marine life, especially octopi cuz of you.” “R-really?” The octopus’s voice was laced with hope and bewilderment. “Uh-huh. And also, I think you look nice. You’re pretty great just the way you are…” Azul held onto Yuu, all ten limbs squeezing tight as he buried his face in their neck.

"We can take as much time as you need.”

***

“Wait you guys have magic too?! Your world sounds so much better than mine. We don’t have anything! Heck, we don’t even have nice oceans, they all have plastic!” Azul chuckles a bit as Yuu pouted, finding how their cheeks puffed out to be endearing. “So uh… your ‘world’ doesn’t have magic?” The human shook their head.

“No! I wish it did! I wanna be a wizard like the ones from that one game I play!” 

“Which game?”

“Wizard101!” 

"I dont know what that is.”

“Oh I have an idea! You can teach me magic!” “Huh?!” Azul eyes widened as he stared at Yuu. “You’re really smart, you’re also really strong, and you know magic. That kinda makes you a wizard.” “I um…” Azul looked away flustered. You think he’s smart? And strong? He still wasn’t used to how kind Yuu was, surely they would have gotten bored of him by now.

“Yes. I will.” Azul felt bad about lying, if what they said was true about their world not having magic, even if this was a really realistic dream, you shouldnt be able to cast magic. For now however, he will teach his friend the theories. “You can only use magic in this world,” Azul would say, every spell Yuu would cast, however, came from him. It was worth it to see the smile on their face. He would continue this lie for many years to come.

***

“Do I look… good?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ever since I started losing weight, I’ve got all these…” Azul gestured to the stretch marks on his stomach, barely visible due to the pigmentation of his grey skin.

“Nothing wrong with those, you know? Plus you’re losing a lot of weight, it’s gonna happen, wear ‘em with pride.”

“Is that so…” Azul frowned and sighed, crossing his arms in attempt to hide his form.

“Hey man, no need to hide it. Stretch marks are kinda cool. Free lightning stripes.” Yuu gor up from where they sat and waltzed up to Azul. “‘Sides they tell a story, and a really cool one at that.”

Azul huffed a bit before chuckling. “Thanks, Yuu.”

***

Many years have passed, and Yuu was still there in his head. Surely he would’ve grown out of it by now? Azul could hear the laughter of others already. The crybaby still has his imaginary friend after all these years! How pathetic…

Maybe, just maybe, it was something. He hoped it was. Checking out a few books he began his research into strange dreams. Maybe they were something more. A spirit stuck in time. A kid who was cursed. Something. Maybe he can help Yuu, bring them here.

***

“Don’t you think it's time we, you know… grow up?” Azul looked away, not being able to meet their eyes.

“What do you mean? Aren’t we grown up already? You’ve even been in college for a bit now, right?” Yuu frowned, but in their eyes was genuine confusion. Such soft, kind eyes, ones that he could not bear to look at right now.

“I mean… I’ve been having this same dream ever since I was a kid and wanted a friend… I have some real ones now and have gotten older, I have no need for imaginary friends anymore, Yuu. I need to let you go” Self-sabatoging as usual, he never grew out of it.

“What? I…” Yuu’s eyes widened, searching Azul’s face for answers, before looking away and thinking. “I mean… I guess it has been odd that I’ve been in this dream for a while. But there’s nothing wrong with it right…?”

“Yes there is! I’m a young adult with an imaginary friend! Do you know how dumb that sounds? Plus you’re just in my head… And I think its time for you to let go too.”

Yuu’s eyes became watery, the tears floating to the surface. “I. Wow, okay… Uh…” Yuu chuckled in disbelief, “I never thought my imaginary friend would be breaking with up with me, especially after all this time…”

“For the last time, you’re not real! I made you up in my head when I was a sad, stupid kid that had no friends! I’m not that stupid, fat crybaby anymore! I’m grown up now, I don’t need to keep holding on to this.” Azul snapped, tears of frustration in his eyes, he turned around, refusing to look at you. “Goodbye, Yuu.”

“… So that’s how it is, huh? After everything? … I see. Goodbye, Azul…” Their voice cracked, “it’s been fun… so much fun…” Yuu crumbled and sobbed, a rare sight for both of them, usually, it was Yuu comforting Azul. Yet now, when Yuu needs it, Azul isn’t there. Azul’s tears fell down as he ignored the cries. Guilt and frustration built inside of him, he made the mistake of turning around instead of waking up.

… Yuu was gone. Azul stared, he was no longer in the shallow, bright ocean he was used to. It was just a void. Nothing. No sign of Yuu at all. This was for the best, he tells himself. You’re not a kid anymore. Yet he hopes to see Yuu again deep inside,

***

It has been a year, maybe two, since Azul has dreamt of Yuu. He should be happy, estatic even. He got what he wanted. He grew up. So why? Why was he so sad?

Pushing the thought away, Azul got ready. It was that time of the year when the entrance ceremony started. He must look perfect. Donning his robes, he began his makeup along with the welcoming party that would ensue. He was sure Jade, wouldn’t disappoint him.

***

“Where is the headmage?” a student spoke “Probably didn’t show up” another replied.

"Ahem! I was not late!” Headmage Crowley retorted, slamming the door open. “One student missed orientation, and because I am so kind, led them back here, now go. Everyone was waiting for you.” Crowley held onto a weird creature, struggling against its binds. “I have your familiar.”

The student huffed “It’s not mine, it was just there, I dont know whose it is!” Azul tensed up at the hooded figure’s voice. It sounded… familiar. The student walked up to the mirror, their hood now out of their face. They looked just like…

"State your name.”

"I am Yuu….” Azul's eyes widened slightly. No way. This had to be some crazy coincidence. You aren’t real.

“You’re soul is…” Please be Octavinelle. Please. “Unclear to me.” What? “You are not from this world, nor this dimension. Your soul is unreadable, therefore, no dorm suits you.”

“How is this possible?” Crowley demanded. “The carriage brought in a student from another dimension, never in all of my years…” He trailed off. The cat he held in binds spoke up, “Me! Let me take their place!”

Even the way they closed their eyes in annoyance was the same. When they opened, they locked eyes with Azul. A flash of familiarity came across their face as they turned to look at him. “… Azul? Is that you?” 

Azul couldn’t help the expression that crossed his face, surprise followed by a forced calm as he presented his usual persona. It was them! It was really them! Things were gonna get much more interesting from here.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney #disney x reader

[ghost1yv]

TEEN!MC

where the brothers find out that teen!mc, who they practically see as a little sister now has a crush on somebody, how would they react? — gn!mc thats around 16-17 years old

small note_ im gonna say the demon that MC has a crush on is somehow the same age.. dont ask how just go along with it!

MC could not stop getting distracted while they were on cooking duty with Satan. They obviously had something on their mind that was distracting them but everytime that he asked they just brushed it off and tried— key word tried to focus on the task at hand. He also noticed before that they would get distracted or seemed to be lost in their mind during other ocasions. Now that just got him curious, what could be distracting MC so much? He wantsd to figure it out himself but he decided to consile his brothers about it, even if he didnt exactly like that the idea.

"Satan what did you call all of us in here for?" Lucifer asked while crossing his arms, it was after dinner and he decided to call all of his brothers to the living rook while MC was in their room. "Yeah.. I was just getting ready to have an anime marathon with MC!" Levi said sulking— not very excited to be out of his room espcially since Satan interupted him while he was setting up his room so him and MC could watch one of his favorites together.

Before any of his other brothers could complain sbout how he interupted them and whatever they were doing Satan sighed and said, "Well haven't you all noticed that MC has seemed lost in their thoughts recently?"

"I haven't noticed anything about that idiot lately." Belphegor says looking half asleep, but truthfully he had noticed that they seemed to be more distracted recently. Asmo chimes in, "Well.. whenever im hanging out with MC they seem to barely be listening anymore!" He pouts thinking about whenever hes been painting his nails with MC, or going out to shop with them that they haven't really been paying attention.

"They've been ignoring me too!" Mammon says before Beel responds, "Maybe they're just thinking about food." I mean thats what he's almost always thinking about... "Thats what you always think about.." Levi says

"Back to what I was saying.." Satan says— with an annoyed expression, "I've been trying to think of what could be distracting them so much." He continues and now all of them are trying to guess what could MC possibly be thinking about that causes them to lose focus or start ignoring them?

Mammon laughs, "Definitely money!"

Belphegor rolls his eyes before saying, "Probably 'bout sleep."

"Ohh!!! Maybe they're thinking about their favorite anime or.. characters, maybe even games!" Levi says excitedly about the idea of MC having the same thoughts as him

"Cats? Or maybe they read a book that they enjoyed and can't seem to get their mind off it." Satan suggests

Lucifer sighs shaking his head, annoyed at his younger brothers, "Isn't this supposed to be what MC is thinking about?"

Asmo seemed to have an idea and gasped dramatically, "Wait.. what if our little human has a crush..?" He says whike smiling, happy to be a your wingman if you do! Oh and he can dress you up for your dates, aslong as whoever your crushing on is good for you though!

All the brothers fall silebt for a second before Mammon says, "Hah, No way!" He brushed off the idea before Satan cuts in, "No.. that could be it."

LUCIFER

he wasnt very pleased with this idea, espcially since that definetely seems like that is whats distracting you

extra protective, he would be anyway— but its a demon..

and demons are known to trick humans.

he HAS to see who your crushing on and make sure theyre not gonna try anything

oh but dont think your off the hook if they have no bad intentions hes still overprotective

.. but if they have no ill intent then hes more open

no sleepovers though!

basically an overprotective parent

MAMMON

hes not happy with this either..

not like lucifer though, hes more open

he'll even sneaks you out and help you avoid lucifer

and trys to be your wingman!

probably going to have to convince him with grimm or puppy dog eyes— hes weak to those..

also has to see who your crushing on and hes going to pratically interogate them to see if theyre good for you..

that poor demon just wanted to have some peace before they got bombarded with questions

but after he knows theyre good for you hes pretty chill

LEVIATHAN

not very happy either!

though its only because he still wants to spend time with you

where your actually paying attention..

so you'll need to assure him that you will spend with him and you'll listen to him

after that he doesnt really care

though he also wants to make sure that your crush would actually be good for you if you try to pursue them

he wont sneak you out or anything but he wont snitch if your going to hang out with them

so also chill, as long as the demon you like isn't going to hurt you in anyway

SATAN

had mixed feelings— he was intruiged on how you came to like this demon but also wasnt very happy that it was some unknown demon

if it was someone he knew wouldnt have any ill intentions he wouldve erased the second part but it was some unknown demon..

but after he sees the demon and knows they dont have any bad intentions then hes okay with it

he still warns you to be cautious though

he'll help sneak you out only to see lucifer angry

although most are probably cheesy, he'll try to give you some tips on how to ask someone out that he's read in romance novels or seen some people do

basically another one that doesnt care that much

ASMO

he is beyond excited about this!

of course— he'll make sure the demons good for you but after that he is now your wingman!

will help you talk to them, or even talk to them for you!

oh and cant wait til you guys start dating! oh hunny he is going to make you look so good!

he absolutely supports it! maybe a little too much..

also helps you sneak out and see whoever you like

but its all in good nature!

BEELZEBUB

hes happy for you and doesnt care that much

he also warned you to be cautious

again, he made sure he was good for you

but he did ask you to meet them or at least see them

after that he didnt care— covered for you if your sneaking out

but hes probably not the best option to hide it.. once lucifer offers him food then he snitches

but hes really sorry for doing so, he just couldnt resist food

he'll listen to you ramble about them as he eats

pretty much just happy for you

BELPHIE

similiar to satan— he had mixed feelings

he didnt really care for the most part

but definitely needed to see who this demon was and made sure they werent going to use you

also sneaks you out to make lucifer angry— sometimes to annoy you he will snitch

gets annoyed when your wont stop going on about your crush to him while hes trying to sleep

he does tease you about it though, a lot.

other than that he really doesnt care

end_ if you couldnt tell this was supposed to be a small fic.. but i got lazy

#obey me #obey me brothers #obey me platonic #platonic #teen mc #crush #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[ughgoaway]

the sick dad matty blurb omfg ACE i’m literally unwell at the thought of mopey messy hair matty falling asleep in ur lap and being so flustered at u seeing him like that- brb fucking crying

also speaking of which genuinely insane timing how you always post smth after i’ve had a very long shift i swear theyre really the one thing i look forward to the most after work 😭😭 uninterrupted horizontal time with ur blurbs it’s true it literally is my fav thing-

also perhaps an extension of sick dad! matty but i just can’t shake the idea of teacher reader being worried about him still and asking annie about it at school the next day and annie just randomly drops a bombshell in the way kids do and says smth like ‘oh daddys so much better today! he’s all smiley and said that you chased the bad coughing monster away for him- can you come do that every time? daddy’s never had anyone do that before’ and it just b r e a ks teacher reader completely pls anyways crying throwing up

(- bff anon also has the can’t shut up disease i fear 😭）

OMG, IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BFF!!! I just need to look after this man.

like imagine he eventually wakes up and its like 9pm at that point so you're like "okay let's get you to bed" and he's all sad and pouty and says "only if you stay over with me" but he's still half asleep and doesn't quite process what he said for a good few seconds...

wide-eyed, he tries to backtrack, "wait- I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that! obviously, we haven't slept together yet, but- NO, NOT LIKE 'SLEPT TOGETHER' SLEPT TOGETHER!!! I MEANT LIKE JUST SLEEPING!!! ohmygod-"

you're like "no that sounds nice, let's go upstairs," and matty is silently freaking out bc you're gonna be in his bed. with him. sleeping. he's thought about this scenario 1000 times, and none of them included him being dealthy ill and not having nice sheets on the bed first.

(more rambles below the cut as always)

you get matty to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, even rubbing some moisturiser on him (he just sits there with a dopey grin as you apply)

he always thought you'd be on his chest or he'd be spooning you, but he ends up with his face buried between your boobs and he's out within 10 mins.

oh and the morning after... so much potential...

I must have spidey senses for when you're at work bff!!! the fact that my blurbs make you so happy you look forward to them??? brb vomiting???? that is so kind. horizontal time on tumblr is my fav too, its unmatched.

OH, LITTLE ANNIE TALKING ABOUT HIM PLEASEEEEEE-

I can see her spending the night at hanns bc matty doesn't want her to get ill and doesn't trust George or Ross to keep her overnight.

"Do you even know what 5 year olds eat??"

"bro, why dont you trust us???"

"Yeah... like mushed carrots and shit right. "

you put the kids to work colouring something but secretly call Annie over yo your desk, "hi Annie! I just wanted to ask how your daddy is today, I know he's been a bit poorly"

"...please take her Adam"

she immediately lights up and starts chattering away, "Oh, daddy said he's feeling much better today. he even made me my toast this morning, and he was all smiley the whole time!!! he said you made him all better and played nurse!! can you do that every time he's poorly? he's much happier when you are his nurse than when he goes to the doctors"

obviously, internally you're like "ohmygod he really likes me, and I made him feel better. oh, he couldn't stop smiling, and annie noticed because he was so happy and -"

but externally, you play it cool like, "Oh, that's great, sweetheart! I'm sure next time he's poorly, you can help him feel better too"

Annie is like, "Oh!! I hope he's poorly again soon, I wanna play doctors with you!!!"

you try not to laugh at her wishing her dad ill and just send her back to her desk, but the grin doesn't leave your face all day. thinking about the fact you made matty giddy makes you just as giddy as him.

the next day a bouquet of flowers show up at your door with a note,

"dear nurse y/n,

thank you for coming to look after me even after I cancelled our date. whilst I am slightly mortified you saw me looking like that, I'm more grateful for your help. you made being sick worth it. Spending any time with you is always worth it.

love, matty x

ps, I hope the next time you stay in my bed, I'm substantially less sick, and we're both wearing substantially less clothes ;)"

#the cant shut tf up disease... its spreading... #BUT I LOVE IT!!! NEVER SHUT UP BFF!!! #sorry i hijacked your ask and chatted so much shit... #but sick matty is FULL of potential #anon! #bff anon <33333 #teacher au!

[vaguely-yandere]

your sensitive yandere idea has me feeling so many things . my brain is doing the funny thinky rn. i love you <3

but imagine… unintentional exposure therapy session? theyre finally forced to go grocery shopping because they’ve spent days and days obsessing over you, trying to recreate the smell of you in their homes, too busy to take care of themselves and stock up on groceries.

so of course, where else to go but to your favorite grocery store?? (just the thought of being somewhere you frequent makes them shaky…) theyre in the instant food aisle (they don’t care much about nutrition or taste, just anything to keep them alive and thinking of you <3) when lets say, the instant noodles slip out of their hand and onto the floor. grumbling, they reach down to grab it when suddenly their senses are overcome by such an oh so familiar, lovely scent. you.

you pick up the item that the stranger had dropped. for whatever reason, they havent looked up from the group yet, despite standing up. it seems like theyre adamant on staring at the floor. it looks like theyre shaking?

“uh hello? i noticed you dropped this” you begin, a little unsure of this strange encounter. why arent they saying anything? you slowly offer the packet towards them, as if feeding a stray animal. they still dont accept. you continue, “uhhh. ill just leave this here. i really like this brand! good choice. uhm, have a nice day!” and thats all you say before you leave the aisle, undoubtedly weirded out by what just happened. you think you hear a small whimper in response as a thanks, but you couldnt be sure. oh well.

meanwhile, sensitive yandere is moments from breaking down. YOU were there to help them. YOU were so close to them. YOU left the instant noodle package back on the shelf for them to take again. YOU smelled so good… no amount of your perfume could ever replicate the exact way it sits on your skin… or your body.

its safe to say that theyll be saving that instant noodle package for their shrine dedicated to you at home, and will continue to repurchase it until theyre sick of the flavor. which theyll never be.

WAAAAAA YESS!!!!! you get it!!!!! and you worded this so well!!! :0

but i can already imagine the sensitive yandere spending a good few minutes staring at the instant food, panting, shaking, kneeling on the ground with their hands covering their bright red cheeks. some people consider stopping by to see if they need help but, well, it's late at night and everyone decides it's best not to question the obviously malnourished and slightly insane looking stranger who's just. staring. at the item.

next thing they know, they're buying up entire pallets of the stuff but they REFUSE to let the cashier touch the one you touched. it's yours after all... <3

the packet sits prettily next to their other stolen treasures and they have issues sleeping for days, their heart racing everytime they look over at it, every time they smell the food, every. single. minute. this must've been a sign, right? that you loved them? that you cared? you must have recognized them and oh god, your SMELL! one day, they'd finally be able to make a move on you and get to experience your presence for more than just a few seconds. GOD just the thought makes their heart burst!!!

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere scenarios #sensitive yandere

[threadsun]

🌊 anon here! after two bouts of illness and a disability flare I'm back and stewing in weeks worth of horny malaise

anyway I've chosen to use my powers for evil 💅 I come offering morsels.

Joseph hits me right in the size kink but in such a dommy way- like this precious babygirl is literally SO sensitive that he couldn't possibly take more than a few fingers from his (much smaller) partner- wrap a little hand around his throat and he's already gasping for air, shove his chest and he's boneless in an instant, there's no way he'd be able to handle a big, strong, meanie dom! his big ol body can hardly keep up, heaving and sweating and shaking with every tiny movement. too bad you're gonna make him take as much as you can give him anyway :3 he might cry but he won't complain!

Meanwhile Jean has my disabled ass in a headlock because can you imagine the manipulative potential of this bastard in any kind of caregiving position for a chronically ill sub? forcing his victim to work past their limits and watching as they're helplessly bedbound when he finally gets them to their breaking point, criticizing them for every dropped dish and missed deadline, forcing them right where he wants them when he comes up with the perfect way for them to "make up all those lost hours". Screwing with their meds and intentionally only providing painkillers, sleep meds, muscle relaxers, etc when he can make sure they're gonna be around him so they can associate him with care and relief no matter how badly he screws with their body and their brain afterwards. changing up their special foods and causing flares as punishment for acting out, "losing" braces, chairs, canes, and other mobility aids when it looks like they're gonna hightail it. the potential for Evil Fucked Up Nurse outfits?!? like this is an acquired taste for sure but damn there's no element of control QUITE like medical gaslighting and malpractice.

moving on if I don't see Ian pushed to the point of a complete mental breakdown but make it sexy I'm gonna scream. like. toy with him, lead him on, offer conciliatory dates only to take them away for real or invented 'wrongs', leave him constantly on the edge of relief of finally having his partner back, get him so worked up that when his partner finally dropkicks his heart into hell and tells him it's never gonna work he just. breaks. slams them against the door and sobs, pounds his fist on either side of their head and won't stop apologizing but MORE IMPORTANTLY won't stop shoving his cock between their thighs, mascara running down his face begging for answers, begging for reasons, threatening them to shut up if they want to see the sun rise all in the same breath type shit. forcefucking them on the spot and screaming as he cums, alternatively choking with laughter that they can never leave him now that they're knocked up like a common whore and cant-catch-his-breath sobbing that he's worse than the dirt beneath their feet and he can't believe he assaulted them and he should just go off and die and fuck he can't help but get hard again when theyre squirming like that and it's their fault for making him like this so why don't they go ahead and just bend over like they knew they should have all along? I can't be the only one that knows that when this bitch breaks, he breaks, right?

also 👀 ?!?! damn dad dom you think you can just flirt with your followers and have us leave our minds and our panties at the door?? you can and its phenomenal, a thorough round of applause for you

anyway your writing and general degenerate vibes have been giving me life blood, bless. thank you for getting me off getting me of- getting me through these trying times, hope you're happy and well!

I'm glad you're feeling better!! Also all of these are soooooo sexy you're so right about all of them!!!

Joseph is so desperate to be bullied, he'll let you push him around and hit him and he'll take it as if you're bigger than him no matter how small you are. And don't even get me started on how tight he is! How he'll never adjust to getting fingered or fucked by you, it'll always be an overwhelming stretch for him in the best way. He'll always feel filled by you!

And Jean as a fucked up caretaker 👀 that's a concept I always find sexy!! He fucks with your meds so hard, giving you fake ones sometimes or ones that do other things. Sometimes he'll replace it with stimulants or sugar pills just to see what happens. And he learns all of your weaknesses to exploit them and keep you with him. He'll make sure you're never well enough to leave, that you're stuck at his mercy forever. And he'll make you crave it, make you associate him with relief and comfort, as much as with pain and abuse. He'll even seek out legal means to give him more control over you as your carer until you have no rights of your own and can never leave him >:3c

And Ian snapping... oughhhhh I love him!! He's so pathetic about it. He's flipping between apologising and justifying it and blaming you, all in the same breath as he sobs and rapes you. Promising he'll make things better, begging you to forgive him, telling you he wouldn't have to do this if you'd just been kinder and more forgiving. And you know he'll never let you go after that. You'll be his captive forever~

You're so cute! I'm glad Dad can help you out, sweetheart 😘

#sunshine #18+ only #🌊 anon #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj ian #hiiii welcome back I missed youuuuuuuuuu!!! #also :3 glad people like my degenerate vibes!! Legit one of the best compliments I've ever gotten!!

[definitelynotshouting]

OK! ANON HERE WITH THE FIRST ROUND OF ANALYSIS/SCREAMING INTO THE VOID. (I have more quotes but i dont want to overwhelm you and do them all at once)

-☀️

"This fantasy carries him through the rest of the night, past false dawn and into the early onset of staccato birdsong. Grian stares blearily at the bleeding warmth creeping in through the window; gentle golden hands that march over the floorboards and press their palms against the walls. They're less frenetic than the moonlight had been— the shadows here are dappled, innocent things, splaying over stripped bark and playing in the whorls within planks. They breathe depth into this tiny, wooden box, shifting slowly under daylight's cautious curve into the sky, until scintillating rays curl like shackles around his wrists."

- the word choice in this is just so masterful. It's so TENSE, Grian's emotions and thoughts are a complete mess, and this is mirrored even in how you describe the environment. It feels like nothing is safe, which is brilliant, because Grian's currently driving through life on a cord as thin as silk. Its the way even the birdsong is frantic and unsafe "staccato". The "gentle" hands that harden to "march" and "press". Things start out kindly, and then the words become harsh and cold, and this just perfectly reflects how mistrustful Grian is. Nothing makes sense to him; everything is out to get him.

-☀️

"Grian snorts without meaning to, then claps a hand over his mouth, something ugly coagulating in his heart. He doesn't deserve this kind of laughter, this reluctant amusement simmering in his chest. It burns him from the inside out, scorching the back of his throat; hot coals between clenched teeth. Grian inhales embers, exhales ash, and summons every spare ounce of willpower at his disposal to keep his voice from shaking."

- Oh, this. This hurts so much. I can talk about how bird boy's mental state is so poor he's even depraving himself of laughter, and how this is an extension of how he started out starving himself of food, then sleep, now laughter. The fire imagery here is so potent as well. He's burning himself from the inside out, which i feel like is such good imagery for what is actually happening: his code breaking apart. Mans IS literally coming apart from the inside. Ough

-☀️

"It's a pretty effect; it makes Grian's gut plummet all the way down to his lap."

- CRYING CRYING CRYING

- They know each other so well. Grian and Scar learnt each other's tells under the desert sun. He understands how tension and anger and sadness plays on Scar's face and body language when theyre in the games, and in those games everyone's emotions are caused by grian. But now theyre not even in the games and all grian can see is how HIS existence is hurting the people he loves most

-☀️

That's all im going to do for now. Thank you for tearing out my heart and smashing it on the pavement <3

(Also idk if you want me to leave an anon identifier? Maybe i can just stick with the ☀️ if no one else has taken it?)

HEY ANON. WHAT IF I CRIED AND SOBBED AND WEPT!!!!!! HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO !!!!!!!! /POS /POS /POS!!!!!!! LOSING MY MIND RN IM GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR SO EXCITEDLY THIS JUST MADE MY ENTIRE DAY

hooooly shit i cannot thank you enough this is so kind and wonderful and just!!!!!! listen i LIVE for people analyzing my writing bc i try to put SO MUCH into it, as much as i can possibly cram without oversaturating, and to see people pick up on this stuff is like being handed an immaculately wrapped present every single time. This is truly making my mind go crazy im so fucking happy rn oh my gods, thank you so much this is such an incredible treat

Im not sure if the sun emoji has been taken or not (i think i had another one a long time ago???? but im not sure if you're the same one or not djehdjdjr) but!!! Absolutely feel free to leave an emoji identifier, whatever you want!! :D i rlly enjoy seeing regulars in the inbox so absolutely feel free to do that if ur comfortable!!!!!

#shouting speaks #asks #compliments #hunger au #RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH I GO CRAZY I GO STUPID!!!!!!! IM GRINNING SO FUCKKNG WIDE #long post #txt

[abra-ka-dammit]

Going in to the vet ER every day for over a week has really shone light on how many different.... kinds of pet owners there are

and im almost kind of mad to find out i am not the most common kind. not gonna lie. bc i feel like i should be.

theres the ones who come in and sit there and bitch and leave because the triage system determined that their pet is in stable enough condition that the docs need to focus on more critical ones ahead of it and waiting is too much of a hassle despite whatever concern originally brought them to an emergency vet. the my dog ate a grape and was puking all morning and twitching and acting very strange but i dont want to wait TWO HOURS for them to be able to do the testing needed to make sure she puked all of the poison out of her system and wont like, get organ failure or some other invisible issue for it, bc she "seems fine now", so instead i'm going home. these ones piss me off, and are common.

theres the ones who come in to the emergency room with their nice pet in its nice carrier and then look at the front desk clerk like theyre abso-fucking-lutely insane when they ask them if they'd like to consent to CPR in case of cardiac arrest while under ER care, and fervently shake their head and say no, for a CAT? no, no, no... i'm not paying to give CPR to an animal. That's ridiculous. these ones piss me off, and are very common.

and there's ones like the lady and gentleman i sat by today. the lady who had clearly been crying, saw my carrier as I sat, and immediately asked about my pet. Who looked at me with big, sad eyes when I told her the story of what happened to Bojji, and who with a shaky voice told me the vets here are so compassionate, how she was so scared coming in today that she was going to have to put down her 15 year old dog, because its behavior had been so abrupt and scary (seems suddenly her left legs just, wouldnt work?), but they took the dog in immediately and comforted her. She was so shook and the stoic, silent-type man with her (husband, I presume,) was sort of sympathetically frowning and gently patting her arm or leg and i was like. oh, no. i see what kind you are. you're me. so LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HOW GREAT THE DOCTORS HERE ARE. so i got to gush about how much the vets there clearly love the pets they care for and how they worked with me and explained everything every step of the way to make sure i can get bojji to the finish line bc they want to see the happy ending just as much as we do, and i got to see hope shine in this poor lady's eyes even before the doc finally came out. they told them their doggy was stable and scans arent showing any injuries or growths like cancer so its very likely doggo is suffering some temporal lobe issues--frustrating, likely due to old age, but can be helped out with treatment, and is nothing to be put to sleep over, certainly. the lady was so relieved, and even her husband seemed to perk up once their lil doggy was back in their arms. these types i adore and wish there were more of. before the doc came out we had talked a while about old pets, other folks pets, etc, and it was just clear the both of them adored this dog like she was their whole world and would do whatever it took to make sure she could continue her long, happy life. like pet owners should.

then a lady came in who had witnessed an untagged-but-collared dog get hit and run by a car by the side of a freeway out in nowhere lands and risked getting in trouble with state troopers for stopping on the side of the road to help it. said doggo was alive and even had her head up when riding the gurney in. despite the tagless collar the dog wasnt chipped so had no proof of ownership and was taken in as a stray, and the kind person who brought her in left with hope in her heart of seeing that doggo later on the humane society's website alive and ready to be adopted to a loving home. i, who had to sit there longer while awaiting the return of my cat whose tubes were being drained, had to deal with gaining the heart breaking knowledge that said doggo won't be making it to the humane society at all. after overhearing doctors in the back mention something being "entirely shattered", after which the listening party looked especially grim, I daresay the surgical intervention this dog likely needs is not going to have a financial backing of any sort thanks to being a "stray". i guess at least that woman's kindness means in her final moments, that doggy won't be in pain, rather than slowly dying alone and cold down in the ditch she had tumbled into after the hit. i hate that its all that woman's kindness would amount to. i hate that some person didnt even put a fucking tag with a goddamned phone number on their dog's collar. you're gonna make me go to bed tonight knowing that poor helpless dog had a fucking careless owner who let her get as far astray as a freeway, who cared enough to mark her as property but not enough to take fucking responsibility for said property, and that she needlessly experienced massive painful physical trauma and is dying tonight at a depressingly young age because the people who had her in hands and could have saved her had nobody to ask permission to do so to. do you even know she's gone? do you even care?

if i ever meet that kind of pet owner, i dont make any promises i would be able to stay civil

#stupid shit #tw animal harm/death mentions

[degreeofdisorder]

young royals s3e2 episode reaction

heavy breathing on speakerphone? are they having phone sex?

oh no. just longing. that is genuinely worse

"what would you have done if I was there" ok nvm they're gonna have phone sex

OK NVM IT'S STILL JUST LONGING

WHAT ARE YOU? ADULTS?

oh that was really sad

are they ever not gonna get interrupted by knocking. on god.

vanessa gives me the heebie jeebies

y'all vincent is SO dramatic he should genuinely drop out and become an actor.

not the uncomfortable looks between the third years re: the gay porn movie sjfkdjfld

"no one's been bullied" and pans to alexander. yeah. fr.

I knew they were gonna talk shit abt wille as soon as he left.

hm. of course august wants to defend that.

how surprising, ludwig not going to see wille

oh, kristina is fully unraveling huh

bro farima is starting to piss me off too

seriously. not one single functioning adult in this whole damn country.

"so the plan is to not do anything until it looks bad to not do anything" isn't that the plan for all royal families for eternity?

god they're so cute with their piano and their hand holding and their talking about their feelings

simon: close the school !!!!!! wille: wait no

or are you just with me because we go to the same school skflsjfdljfslrk I MEAN.....

like that's not an unfair assumption y'all wouldn't have met otherwise bffr

hm. okay

awww yeah felice is a baby I love her

DIVERSITY

BROOOOOOOOOOO LMFAO OF COURSE IT WAS THAT

DISGUSTINGGGGGGGGGG FUCK YOU LADY FROM THE INCREDIBLES

YEAH FELICE GET THAT

NOT THE TICKLINGGGGG

omg the lil high five/hand shake thing with wille and simon I'm gonna start crying they're so cute

ooooooo a camping trip. love this for them.

WHY ARE THEY BEING SO CUTE

BRO IM IN SHAMBLES I LOVE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP WILMON SO MUCH STOP

"do you think we'll get to sleep together" WHO ARE YOU NICK AND CHARLIE AT PARIS?? STOP THAT

god they're so fucking cute I'm gonna kms

oh her and micke having a whole conversation like parent and child? ok

OH SHE NO LONGER WANTS TO WORK WITH HORSES

OH SARA NOOO

oh wow sara's a whole driver huh

so weird to have sara and micke bonding. like genuinely so weird.

HE JOINED THE CHOIR NNNOOOOOOOOO

JAKFJSKFJDKFJDJF THATS SO FUCKING FUKNYKFKTJDKGKDKFKDLFK

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS I'M GONNA DIE OF SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT

FELICE'S WIDDLE FACE OH NO

SIMON'S FACEJSKFJDKGJDLFKDLFKFL

oh they're making out now huh

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED TO SING - I DONT LIKE TO SING I LIKE TO LISTEN TO YOU SING

yo this season is wish fulfillment in every goddamn way

like they're so fucking precious I'm gonna fucking die

awww nothing more precious than rotting with your girl besties

a petition lol

why's he allowed a laptop and not a phone though? that makes no sense

oh. oh um.

oh well that sounds an awful lot like sexual assault huh

lil bro's got a full blown eating disorder huh. you need therapy not exercise

HE'S CALLING SARA

HE'S CALLING SARA AND TEARING UP

WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO HIM

GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HIM

oh uh simon tore him a new one huh

ooooooo protective bf wille going all out

listen. I don't *enjoy* abuse of power

but every time wille reminds august who's the heir and who's gonna be king n shit, it's just. it gets to me all right. it gets to me

aw come on that was barely a fight

NOT IN FRONT OF BORIS

"mediation talks" THEYRE SENDING THEM TO COUPLES COUNSELING DJFLFJRLDJRLDJFLDJFLDKFLDKF

STOP THAT IS THE FUNNIEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME DJGKDJFLSKFLSKGLSJGLSJFLSJ

oh come ON SJDLSJFLDJFL

listen I know this is supposed to be dramatic but A RELIGIOUS PAMPHLET I'M GONNA DIENDKFKSKGJDLFKDLGKDLFK

I thought I was gonna be immune to any and all mentions of any sort of revolution, turns out I'm not

oh good lord no

simon don't do it

oh he did it. oh yeah fucking wonderful.

teenagers, y'all.

sure, baby. be the very public boyfriend of the future king of sweden, get a fuck ton of hate (and be accused of social climbing), post an original song about revolution, profit. a+ decision making here. I see no flaws.

oh, yeah, of course farima is in this bitch

this is stressing me out lmfao

ugh.

NO DONT SAY THAT

NOOOOO

WHEN I WANTED A MUTUAL ILY I DIDN'T MEAN DURING A TENSE MOMENT

I mean I'm actually like really glad they're both tense and still reminding each other that they love each other. #communication

but oh no

"I've taken care of myself and sara since we were kids" yeah wonder why that was [stares at linda and micke]

girlhood, man. so beautiful.

OH FELICE IS TALKING ABT RACISM

not stella going "you're so so beautiful" like yes she is that isn't the problem

ok fuck you valter

WHAT GIRL WOULD YOU BE DATING lmfao

WHAT ABOUT THE NONBINARY ONES YYYYEEEAAAAAAAAA MADDIE

nonbinary regnant maddie

tbf simon....... like wouldn't y'all want to get it on lmfao

it makes me very sad tho. the fact that no one would wanna sleep in the same tent with them. homophobic.

FELICE SAVES THE DAY ONCE AGAIN

bro I am so into felice + wille + simon. a wonder.

the lil hammock bit I love them so much

NOT MARIEBERG CRASHING THE CAMPING TRIP

I'm genuinely so obsessed with them they're being SO PUBLIC like that's a power couple right there

STELLA AND ROSH?!!?!!??!? +/? +? /?? =!!

STELLA??? AND ROSH?????????

bro this is straight out of a fanfic I can't stop laughing

STELLA EHSKFJSKFJDKR

fredrika is so nasty and for what sjfkdjfkdjfkdkf

WILLE NOJFLFJDLFKDLFKDLGKD

oh my god

oh that's so fucking awkward akfkskflskd

THAT IS *NOT* THE SAME THING WILHELM BE THE MOST FUCKIN FOR REAL

oh that's a class divide fr in there. wow.

WE HAVE TO WORK TO AFFORD THINGS

DID HE JUST SHUSH HIM

WHAT THE FUCK

wilhelm that is *so* fucking *low*

like ohohoho you're rich like me now because you got your UNDERAGE SEX TAPE LEAKED

that is *so* low holy fucking shit

oh wow

okay that was stressful

I do love those artful shots of wille

oh. ludwig speaks. didn't know he had a voice. I assumed kristina had it on some conch shell necklace.

TAKING TIME OFF????

"is it my fault?" WILLE NO. NO

oh yeah that's gonna be stressful isn't it

god

#yr livenats #young royals spoilers #yr s3 spoilers

[sporadicthingcollection]

a scenario: the kids are very young and have been put to bed, and Cad and Irno have some alone time in their room. maybe one of the kids has a nightmare / cant sleep and walks in on them? (theyre covered ofc)

This was a fun one! Thanks!

The Bounty Hunter's Guide to: Homecoming

Summary: In which the Little Lady and her brother have impeccably poor timing.

Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader

Words: 1.6k

Rating: Semi-Explicit

Warnings: None!

Cad Bane has always lived for the chase. The thrill of putting a laser bolt between his quarry's eyes, the satisfaction of seeing the numbers in his account go up, and, occasionally, the sadistic glee of stabbing his employer in the back to make those numbers go even higher.

He used to feel empty when a job was over. But now he has something to look forward to, something to fill in the gaps.

Namely, his dear ol' lady and a pair of happy little accidents.

He lands silently on the balcony of the bedroom and peers inside. You're fast asleep -- on his side of the bed, he notices. He smiles to himself as he slides the door open and steps inside.

He pulls his boots and breathing apparatus off and hangs his hat on the bedpost before sneaking over to you. You sleep so peacefully. He's often envious.

He brushes your silky hair away from your ear. "Yer in my spot, missus," he rumbles.

You let out a peep. "Sorry," you say. You shimmy over to your side with no fuss.

Bane is a little disappointed. He was hoping for a happy squeak and a fat kiss and a frantic, lusty fuck.

Ah, whatever. Morning sex is better anyways.

He slips in beside you, sliding one arm under your neck and the other wrapping around your waist. He buries his face in your hair and breathes deeply. He missed your smell--

You jolt away from him, a surprised shriek escaping you as you whirl around. You stare at him wide-eyed with your hand on your chest.

"Hi," he says, giving a lazy wave.

You don't waste a second. You fling yourself on him and slam your mouth against his, immediately shoving your tongue between his lips.

"You -- scared -- the shit outta me," you say between kisses.

Your mouth is so hot and warm that his cock immediately springs to attention. "I missed ya too."

He rolls his hips against yours, making sure you feel his entire length. Every ridge, every throb, every last bit of him that was deprived of you.

"I was about to go crazy," you say. You sit up on your knees and ruck up the hem of your nightgown. "I was just so... So desperate!"

You're about to toss the garment over your head when there's a knock at the door. "Momma?" a little voice calls. "You okay?"

"Just fine, pumpkin!" You glance at the door, then back at him. "Should I let her know?" you whisper.

He shakes his head. "Fuck no. Yer mine tonight," he purrs. He wraps his arms around you and presses his face against your neck, inhaling deeply.

So feminine. So flowery. So familiar.

His tongue is out of his mouth before he even realizes it, sliding up the sinew of your neck to your earlobe. He's so used to your pearl studs that it's strange to see nothing adorning them.

You squeak again. You clap your hands over your mouth, but the damage is done.

"...are ya sure?" the Little Lady calls again.

You give him a mildly annoyed look. He shrugs and you roll your eyes. "Yes, honey. Go back to bed."

An even littler voice joins her. "What's goin'..." Bambi cuts himself off with a loud yawn. "What's goin' on?"

"Momma was makin' noise. I got worried, but she says she's fine."

"An' ya believed her?!" Bambi asks in alarm. "What if one o' them changelings got in or something?! It might not be her!"

You raise a brow at Bane. "I didn't tell him about that."

Bane thinks. It must have come up when he told them about breaking into the Jedi Temple... He sincerely hopes that it wasn't the origin of a deep-seated fear for the poor kid.

He rubs the bridge of his rostrum. Now he's definitely not getting any. "Mighta slipped out on my end," he murmurs.

"Bambi, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," the Little Lady says. "Let's go back to bed."

"But what if we're next?!" His teddy bantha squeaks as he, presumably, clutches it. "What if ya get up tomorrow an' I'm not me? Or you're not you?"

You let out a snrrk sound and Bane glances at you. You're biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. It's a cute look.

The Little Lady is quiet for a few long seconds. "Well, alright," she says. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to check."

Old habits die hard and Bane jumps off of the bed to hide. But he pauses. This is his place. Those are his kids. What's he doing?

"We can't go in there! Momma and Daddy said to never go in without knocking," Bambi says.

That actually makes Bane snicker. Polite to a fault, that one.

He can practically hear the glare in the girl's voice. "Bambi, you're a moron," she says.

"Yer a moron!" he fires back.

You heave a massive sigh. "Guess we're having company," you mutter. You glance at him and toss your chin at his still hard cock. "Might wanna kill that."

Probably a good idea. As you climb out of bed, he lays back and thinks unsexy thoughts. Third-degree blaster wounds. A six-figure bar tab. Your mother in a bikini.

...Actually, that one's not so bad. But it's actively defeating the purpose of the exercise.

You open the door and dim light spills into the room along with the sound of bickering siblings. "Enough, you two," you say. "I'm not a changeling."

Bambi jumps in front of his sister, holding his teddy bantha like a shield. "Prove it. What's my... Um..." He glances at the Little Lady. "What's somethin' Momma knows?"

"I dunno. How her and Daddy met?"

You let out your chirpy laugh. "Nice try, kid. You're not getting that one until you're older. Try again."

The Little Lady slumps a bit, but purses her lips in thought. "What's Momma's pistol say? The one that Daddy gave her?"

And there's his cue. He hops to his feet and strolls over to the door. "'Anytime, any place, anywhere,'" he says, placing his hands on your waist. "Proposed to her with dat line."

Two little faces light up like Coruscant in the evening. "Daddy!"

They spring into his arms and he's just barely able to catch both of them. The Little Lady throws her arms around his neck and Bambi clings to his chest like a baby monkey lizard, both purring loudly.

You smile and put your hands on your hips. "Wish I got that kind of welcome when I get home," you say.

"You're never gone as long as he is," the Little Lady says.

She grabs his cheek and turns him towards her. She presses her rostrum against his hard enough that he feels the cartilage flex.

A fuzzy, golden warmth fills his chest, overflowing into his belly and seeping into his toes. Such a sweet girl.

Bambi is next, smooshing his rostrum into the hollow of Bane's cheek. "Missed you," he says quietly.

He basks in the warmth for a few moments. Such sweet little things came from him, he muses. Less than a day ago, he shot a man in the temple just because he got a little too close at the cantina bar.

The galaxy is such an ironic place, he thinks.

You clear your throat. "Where's my kiss?" you ask in mock offense.

"Ya already got one," he says.

"Yeah, one. You're getting two. Where's my second one?"

He chuckles. Carefully, he pries the little ones off of him and sets them on the ground. Placing his hands on your waist, he swings you into a dip and gives you a firm kiss.

It's a great kiss. Loving and warm and passionate.

Both of the kids make sounds of disgust. He pulls away to chide them, only for you brush your hand dismissively at the kids and pull him back in.

---

He wakes up to the light thump-thump of two small feet hitting the floor.

"I'll help," the Little Lady whispers.

He opens an eye to see her lifting her brother off of the bed and setting him on the ground. They tiptoe out the door, closing it behind him.

"Where're dey headed?" he asks.

You roll over to drape your arms around his chest. "Making us breakfast, I think," you murmur into the space between his shoulder blades. "So we've got at least ten minutes before they figure out they don't know how to make pancakes."

You hook your leg around his as your hand drifts down to his rumpled trousers. His cock twitches from the warmth alone, and he lets out a deep rumble.

"Careful, missus." He pushes up against your hand, letting you feel his hardness. "Might get me randy."

You wriggle upwards to whisper into his ear. "Is that a promise?"

You always know just what to say. He rolls over and on top of you, pinning you to the bed. You grin up at him.

"Ya really don't know what yer playin' with." He grabs his cock through his trousers, fondling it gently.

"Don't I?" you ask, batting your lashes. "A desperately horny man who hasn't seen his lovely woman in weeks?"

He licks his lips, letting out another rumble. "Get dat gown off 'fore I rip it off."

"Yes sir," you say. You try to sit up and move your arms, but he refuses to unpin you. "Cad, move."

"Nah." Grabbing the front of your gown, he yanks. The fabric tears easily, and he's left holding tatters. He dives in before you have the chance to object.

Home sweet home.

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[atherix]

You and I are about to discover the depths of the tumblr askbox my dear. This is being written in a word doc because I want to know exactly how much screaming I did. I have the story open in another tab.

Dear reader please know I liveblogged my screaming in Atherix’s dms. In my defense they kept sending me screenshots that were HARMING me!

With that out of the way – AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

SDLGAKDFHLADFH. DFALKHDFH. ERLKHSTHAEOTHGLKRF,ZFGALDFG!!!!!!

OKAY SO LIKE FIRST OF FUCKING ALL THE GREENHOUSE IS EVERYTHING TO ME AND IF WE DON’T GET TO SEE SCAR’S FINISHED GREENHOUSE I WILL RIOT WITH A PITCHFORK! A PITCHFORK ARE YOU HEARING ME! ‘Are you trying to bribe him into moving in here’ YES! YES! IT WOULD SOLVE SO MANY ISSUES! I DON’T CARE THAT IT WOULD ALSO MAKE ISSUES SHUT UP, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, I NEED TO SOLVE THESE ISSUES SLDFHSKK!!!! GOD and the fact that Grian is acknowledging that they’d all prefer if Tubbo just stayed and didn’t go out and get himself into danger AFTER THE!! WHAT – 15 CHAPTERS OF TUBBO AND SCAR? IM MELTING OVER HERE OH MY GOD. AND GRIAN JUST WANTS TO NOT BE ALONE WHEN HE SLEEPS ALGKF MY BOY. MY LITTLE MAN. I AM SLAMMING MY FIST INTO THE TABLE

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy and Cleo? And the whole Council? AND GETTING TO MEET XISUMA, MY OTHER MAN? AKLJASDKFJG AHHHHH yes. I deserve this. This is a treat for Me Specifically. But the BIRD and the fact that Mumbo has to officially Declare Himself and that Cleo wants to emet with him before he does that and THEYRE BRINGING BDUBS I AM FEELING THINGS!!!!! I AM IN MY EMOTIONS!!!!!! SHAKING THEM IN A MASON JAR THEY’RE MATES YOUR HONOR AND CLEO EVEN INVITED MUMBO TO BRING HIS MATE IM AHHHH I am IN my EMOTIONS. Also grian calling Mumbo ‘my lord’ and mumbo just going ‘Ah yes hm.’ HELLOOOOOOOOOO. BACK in my emotions I am. Smirking. At the wall. And I love Cleo so much. I continue to love Cleo. These are loving Cleo Hours. They respect that Mumbo has a Mate and a Territory and just lsdkgadfgkldafgldkfdgklkldfkgdflgkdfg feeling things I am.

ANDS THEN GRIAN CALLS THEM A FAMILY ASDLKGDAFKLG I AM FEELING THINGS AGAIN. He doesn’t wanna abandoned the greenhouse but he recognizes that this is important and then points out that scar should be there and oh my gooooooooooooood. The way the three of them interact with each other is everything to me thank yoooooou.

‘Something clicks, but he isn’t sure what.’ IM NOT SURE WHAT CLICKED EITHER GRIAN BUT SOMETHING SURE FUCKING CLICKED OH MY GOD.

AND THEN BLONDIE ARRIVES ON THE SCENE, THE THING IVE BEEN GOING FERAL OVER THIS ENTIRE TIME! AND YOU KNOW WHAT! IM STILL GOING FERAL OVER IT! God I HATE her but I LOVE her ya feel. She’s a FANTASTIC villain. Like listen I love me someone I can never forgive. You have given me that.

God GRIAN jumping in front of Mumbo and taking the brunt of the attack is MELTING my BRAIN they LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR!!!! And then you go back to like, the first story of this series and you’re like “Dhow did we get here” BUT GOD IM GLAD WE DID. God and he dropped his bow. God and he doesn’t have his dagger. DGLK Dammit. And Blondie calling Mumbos MATES a bloodbank hey maam have you considered some people just love their loved ones. And shes just. Playing w her food. Call Mumbo a fake vampire [FUCK YOU HES SO STRONG], licking her lips around grians blood. I am feeling things about this encounter.

FUCKING GET HER MUMBO!!! The way he uses his shadows is SO cool oh my god. Also Grian is a MESS I cannot imagine the whole of the backyard doesn’t reek of blood. The amount of blood he’s losing must be extensive. AND THEN SHE CAN TELEPORT???? OH SHIT

The ‘Vampire who is Enraged and Protective Becoming More and More Inhuman’ is by far and large one of my favorite vampire tropes, idk if you could tell given that everytime Mumbo goes feral so do I, but ldgakdfg I have been given a silver platter. AND SHES GOT GRIAN AAAAH The way you describe teleporting reminds me a lot of this dumb sci fi show I used to watch in the 2000s that I could not even NAME anymore but no one in the show liked teleporting because they felt ‘unreal’ for a bit after they came back.

ALSO ‘Did mumbo watch anna die like this’ YOU CANT FUICKING DO THAT OT ME ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON????? EXCUSE ME???????? WE ARE GONNA HAVE A TALK, MY LITTLE HEART. AGH. CLUTCHING MY CHEST AND COLLAPSING But also holy SHIT it is a miracle Grian didn’t accidentally activate his glyph [unless. He did. And scar has been listening.] w his blood because I can’t imagine he isn’t just covered in his own blood at this point tbh.

THERE IT IS. THERE’S MY MUMBO GOING FERAL. MWAH MWAH MWAH. I LOVE HIM, LOOK AT HIM GO! HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT HIS OWN HEALTH AND SAFETY ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS GETTING GRIAN AWAY FROM HER MWAAAAH. THE BIGGEST KISS.

I mean yeah. He got injured for his efforts. But LOOK at him GO. AND THEN GRIAN IS JUST LIKE ‘Yeah Im gonna fuck her up – oh shit wheres my dagger’ IS JUST THE ICING ON THE CAKE. HONEST TO GOD IT’S A MIRACLE THESE TWO ARENT DEAD. God and Grian is just SITTING there making BIRD noises because his MATE is DYING in his ARMS I am in a GLASS CASE OF EMOTIONS.

Leave it to Grian to say something to recklessly dumb as someone is dying in his arms btw. Oh my god. ‘what if she rips off my face’ WELL GRIAN HAVE YOU TRIED NOT STARING DEATH DOWN AND GRINNING AT IT OH MY GOD.

A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR TUBBO EVERYONE. LOOK AT MY BOY GO! LOOK AT HIM GO! GOD! HES SO GOOD AND SMART AND AH! CLAY TABLETS W HOLY RUNES! And FINALLY grian thinks about the godling thing for longer than a 2 second dismissal HOLY FUCK I was really starting to worry something fried his brain. The pure Panic of this realization though because its not something that he wants but its something that he needs in the moment and sldfgkdfal.

God and this touching Grumbo moment of just. Grian letting Mumbo feed off him. Maybe one day Mumbo will get to feed off his mates in a time where he doesn’t absolutely devastatingly have to. But it’s touching nonetheless because Grian trusts Mumbo so much and he doing it – they’re both doing it- to protect TUBBO they aren’t even really thinking about their own safety at the moment just the safety of their son no I don’t care that they aren’t quite there yet shut up. And then grian Knows exactly why scar reacted the way he did and suddenly mumbo Understands why everyone’s freaking out about grians blood and they don’t even have a moment to PROCESS it because TUBBO IS IN DANGER-

God and Mumbo is so smart to rely on his shadows like that but I am very worried that Blondie heals so much faster than Mumbo does and I don’t have any theories yet aside from the fact that shes a born vampire and not a turned and that simply does not feel correct so I am DEEPLY worried about what it could possibly be but Tubbo running to them and HIDING behind them distracted me enough that I don’t even have any other Theories because AH TUBBO I LOVE YOU. And the fact that shes still stronger than Mumbo, which like duh mumbo is injured but. I am feeling things about Mumbo, the man who was strong enough to be a threatening menace laying prone on the floor and recovering from his wounds that like, Doc kept his distance, not being strong enough to keep blondie back even with godling blood in his veins is fglasdfgk.

AND THEN THERY’RE IN SCARS LIVING ROOM BECAUSE IT WAS THE ONLY SAFE PLACE MUMBO COULD THINK TO TAKE THEM AND MUMBO IS RECOVERING SOMEWHAT BUT GRIAN IS STILL BLEEDING PROFUSELY AND POOR TUBBO, WHO WASN’T EXACTLY EXPECTING A VAMPIRE FIGHT [Or at least it doesn’t seem like he was expecting one but oh shit oh shit blondies seen tubbo oh wait OH SHIT. ATHERIX. WAIT A MINUTE GET BACK HERE. EXCUSE ME BLONDIE HAS SEEN TUBBO I AM SHAKING YOU BY YOUR SHOULDERS OH NO I GET IT NOW. NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO KNOW WHY IM FREAKING OUT BC ~SPOILERS~ BUT I GET IT NOW AND I AM SHAKING YOU LIKE A RAGDOLL

God and the fact that they don’t call Scar like right away after making him PROMISE he would CALL if he got in DANGER I am smacking them w a rolled up newspaper even though Grian is covered in blood I am. Smack. Smack Smack.

I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

Also for those keeping up, here’s the page and word count for this in Microsoft Word:

This is so long I have my inbox opened in two windows on two different screens LMAO-

I sure as shit did and I'll KEEP doing it too, trust me once I get to a certain scene in the next chapter which dear readers I restarted bc I decided I didn't like the pov I chose hjkfsdjk I am showing you something that is going to SEND YOU-

Ahem. Anyway- HFCSJKCFKLSJLKFJLKFS BY THE WAY THIS MIGHT CONTAIN SPOILERS AND POTENTIAL SPOILERS SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK-

I'D SAY GET THE PITCHFORK READY BUT I ASSURE YOU INSTEAD THAT YOU WILL GET TO SEE THE GREENHOUSE AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS THIS VAMPIRE HAS TOO MUCH MONEY AND NOT ENOUGH SENSE ABOUT HIMSELF HIS MATES DESERVE THE BEST LEMME TELL YA. hjdaskjfdsjk WHAT ISSUES WOULD BE MADE HMHMM?? I SEE ONLY POSITIVES :)) hjkfdlkgfjkfdk YES they just want the boy to be safe and nearby <3 AND YEAH GRIAN DOESN'T WANNA SLEEP ALONE BUT EVERYTHING SHUTS DOWN AT NIGHT IN BOATEM SO HE CAN'T JUST CHANGE HIS SCHEDULE PLUS THAT WOULD MEAN SCAR BEING ALONE DURING THE DAY AND JUST HJSJKHFSJKDSKJF so many problems to sort out <3 <3

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS CLEO AND BDUBS AND XISUMA ARE COMING TO TOWN <3 Because Mumbo has to do Politics now hjkfsdjkfgdsjk YEAH bc the Council wants to keep an eye on Covens <3 THEY ARE MATES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH Cledubs my belOVED <3 Haha ngl out of all the Coven Lords Cleo probably has the biggest First Ring they deserve the best harem mates <3 But BDubs is their ride or die, their second in command, their First Mate and just <3 I love they hhhfdhj THE LORD'S MATES ARE basically on the same level as the Lord themself, first ring/inner circle and over everyone except the Lord themself and having say in how the Coven is run, their the Lord's partners in both love and leadership <3 It's hjfredjksdk to NOT invite Mumbo's mate(s) would be so RUDE <3 haha and yes smirk, smirk as Grian finds another way to wind Mumbo up HJKGFSJKFHSJK- Cleo has so much respect which is wicked considering they and Mumbo don't have the best track record but we shall be addressing that soon hmhmm <3

THEY A FAMILY and it's such a Big Thing for him to let himself think because I mean the last people he considered family. Well. <3 YEAH he's like "I'd LIKE to keep doing this it would be a nice surprise for Scar but on the other hand I think he might should maybe be involved so-" jkfdslkfdskj I love them so much. Mind you next chapter they're all gonna be forced to confront some Issues they need to sort out but <3 They're so good together I love them <3

HAHAHAHA :)) HMHMMM LET'S SEE Scar establishes that Boatem has lots of inherent magic, has been touched by the Pantheons of the Void and therefore boosts/strengthens magic from the Pantheons of the Void... like Death, the Pantheon over the Vampires.......... unlike Fae, which exists on another plane of existence and has therefore never touched Boatem.................... hm hm hmmmmm-

BLONDIIIEEEE let me tell you I fuckin' LOVE Blondie she's so fun to write she's so unhinged and dramatic and her dramatism and attitude towards life in general is her hubris and so often the reason she fucking LOSES because she's so STRONG if she was serious even ONE MORE SECOND LONGER than she always is they would all be DEAD like- like she. She is so strong and unhinged and has NO moral compass, NO redeeming qualities. Just. If she stopped talking for once she'd win. So I wonder how Mumbo, Grian, Scar & Co will win now that she's done talking. Hmm-

Grian, knowing Mumbo can heal magically: NOOOOO!!!! But yes how PROTECTIVE they are of each other I am just <3<3<3 They love each other so much I am just hjfjkdsk <3 SO MUCH has changed over the last ~150k words I am At A Loss at how we got here and I wrote the damn thing HJFSJJKDSJK Yep. He dropped his bow, lost his dagger and his sword is just sitting in his old bedroom, the one he stayed in before moving into Mumbo's room <3 I'm sure that's not gonna come back to bite him hjkfslkfdsjk EXACTLY SHE'S PLAYING WITH THEM YOU GET IT HJDAJKFSHJ the fact that she got a taste of Scar AND Grian's blood before Mumbo did just hjfsdjkfhjdsjk ALSO YEAH BLOODBANK Mumbo has never been so offended <3

I LOVE Mumbo's shadow magic and I love that I get to explore more of it now >:3 And yeah Grian is just. His arms are Ribbons hfjksdjfkgsdhk not really but you know what I mean. He has been Tenderized and Chomped kjJFHSKJ he is going off PURE ADRENALINE and magic cough AND YEAH TELEPORTATION IS HER UNIQUE MAGIC R I P </3

YES I fucking LOVE that trope, too. Like if you're gonna make inhuman characters, have fun with it. Go all out. Remind people they're not human >:D Admittedly the Transforming Into a Monstrous Form thing is probably exclusive to Born Vampires (because Turned Vampires were once human and retain their human form, while Born Vampires were never even human to begin with) BUT you can still show a vampire becoming Less Human in not-so-obvious/literal ways <3 And y'know, maybe they do get a LITTLE bit of that Monstrous Transformation thing going on, even if it's not as... dichotomic or blatant <3 I just can't imagine teleporting could ever be a pleasant feeling honestly <3 I have no idea what show you're talking about but that is WILD <3 Trippy and concerning which is lowkey what I was going for haha <3

HAHA I DID THAT AND I WALKED AWAY I DROPPED IT ON YOU WITH A :) AND WALKED AWAY HAHA- Haha well. :) Do we. Do we remember that, uhh, that Scar. Reworked Grian's glyph. And it might be a uhhhh certain unique special glyph. :) Grian's arms shredded and bleeding profusely..... Would be uhhhh kinda hard not to get blood on the back of his hand right?? Right??? So I wonder. If that is so. If that is so. What is happening... that Scar couldn't answer or come running to help. I mean- surely there was plenty of time during that fight for a teleportation glyph to be made :) Assuming of course. Of course. That Scar doesn't already have glyphs set up. So. So why. Hmm :)

HE JUST WANTS TO SAVE AND PROTECT GRIAN HIS MATE ONE OF THE LOVES OF HIS LIFE I AM HJJDSJHFDSJ yeah he got impaled by Vampire Claws and she twisted her claws, salt in the wound honestly, legit nearly gutted him. BUT HE TRIIEEDDDD-

Grian just instinctively reaching for his dagger just to remember it's gone and just JKFSHJKFSJKFSJK THE ONLY REASON THEY ARE NOT DEAD IS BECAUSE BLONDIE'S HUBRIS IS SO FUCKING BIG. Grian making distressed bird sounds is everything to me I am just he is so I love him so much hjfdsklfgdskj AND YOU KNOW. IN THE BACK OF HIS MIND. HE IS THINKING ABOUT THAT NIGHTMARE.

Grian's self preservation is not the best, this man fought gods and won he speaks without thinking and stares Death in the eye and says "I'm a god killer" and just HJFSJKSDJKSL GRIIAAANNNN-

YESSSS TUBBO TO THE RESCUE. Funny tho. Why is he visiting the manor...... and how did he get inside....... when Grian and Mumbo keep the doors locked and just shadow-walked out and in..... and Blondie just teleported...... hmhmm :3 HE IS SUCH A GOOD SMART BOY LOOK AT HIM GO HE IS SO BRAVE mind you he expected Blondie to die after being hit by the tablet BUT STILL- Grian REALLY doesn't want this he has been in denial for about 50k+ words now <3 But now he must acknowledge it because it is becoming Important. And now we get to have fun exploring it >:D

Grian, literally fuckin bleeding out: Trust me Mumbo I definitely won't die from this Mumbo, injured and dying and running on instinct: Seems legit And then somehow Grian manages to actually NOT DIE, miracle of miracles. Of course I wonder why this is hm? :) But fear thee not, for one day... one day the circumstances will be different and it will not be because he Needs To but because they Want To and it will be brilliant. Yes there will be biting/blood drinking for pleasure no I don't take criticism it's a VAMPIRE FIC what did you EXPECT- YES PROTECT TUBBO. Even if they didn't adore the kid, him being Scar's kid- their mate's kid- means he's basically theirs too so <3 Well as far as Mumbo's "Coven=Family" instinct that he's dealing with for the first time ever is concerned lmao. And ofc Grian has Flock Mentality so- YES them Understanding now, Grian doesn't need Scar to explain and Mumbo now sees why every Vampire who has ever gotten a taste of Grian's blood ever has stopped in their tracks cuz HOOOOO BOY that is some Unawakened Magic there- AND YEAH NO TIME TO EVEN SIT AND THINK ABOUT IT JUST. GOTTA FIGHT.

Haha if you look closely you'll see Mumbo and Blondie do very different things after Blondie is injured and Mumbo drinks Grian's blood... Don't worry there's no grand conspiracy <3 BUT YES TUBBO HIDING because he knows they'll protect him <3 JKJSJKFSJKSDK YEAH Mumbo is so strong and she just. She just claws right through his magic shadows. THE SHADOWS THAT CRUSHED HER SISTER MIGHT I ADD. SO UH. YEAH. Take that how you will-

IT WAS THE ONLY OTHER SAFE PLACE MUMBO COULD THINK OF I AM <3 Hahaha Tubbo Tubbo... <3 NOW he's gotta help get them (mainly Grian) healed up and just <3 AND HAHAHAHAHAHHAJGFSHJDJKASA YOU SEE IT. THE VISION. THE FUTURE THAT NO ONE BUT YOU KNOWS >:D YOU GET IT NOW and I am ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED AHAHAHAHAHA <3 Now here's the question.... in Blondie's enraged and inhuman state, did she recognize the magic he used? |D Did she put together, in the seconds between getting attacked and attacking, just who he is hmmm? |D

HYPOCRITES IN LOVE HAHA but the question is, will Scar have a RIGHT to be pissed about them not calling? :) Frankly knowing what I know and that no one else does, I think Tubbo's the only one with the right to be angry <3 I think, you know, that maybe he deserves to go off on all their overprotective asses about how they need to learn to be more open and vulnerable with each other and be able to ask for help when they need it or you know trust each other to be able to handle things and not try to choose for each other what is and isn't okay for them to do/face and. And. You know. :) Hmhmm

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12. do you outline your fics?  if yes, how detailed are your outlines?  how far do you stray from them?

i try to lmfaoooo!!!! for opddmh for example, ive got the basic outline of how i want everybodys arcs to end, the climax of the story, and a vague idea of a few of the plot beats all written out in an empty discord server i use to keep track of things!! i also put in loose scraps of dialogues i daydream up even if im not quite sure where theyll fit in yet, just so if im really stuck i can scroll through and see if anything rings a bell!! there are QUITE a few emotional scenes already written out and ready to go

nothing is super detailed tho!! quite a bit of it is still on a chapter to chapter basis. while i have an outline its not always set in stone, for example there were a LOT of scenes i had scribbled down for odietlg and lgowab that didnt make the final cut!! i dont have the notes for odietlg but i do have them for lgowab bc theyre archived in that empty discord server i mentioned earlier lol. one idea from that story that got scrapped were all of the different endings coming from different peoples point of views (for example korekiyos pov, tenkos pov, kaedes pov) but that got scrapped bc i thought itd lessen the impact a bit. ALSO in one of the earlier drafts of lgowab a LOT more v3 kids were gonna be ahl members including tenko, but i thought it was more important to keep their numbers down to really emphasise how much danganronpa is dramatising their threat level lol! off the top of my head there were bits and pieces i scrapped from odietlg too but i wont go on and on about that LOLOL

oh and also there is an entire channel dedicated to miu that i still go back to sometimes LMFAOO

13. do you listen to music while you write?  if yes, what have you been listening to recently?

oh my god i cant listen to music while i write LMFAOO or at least not music with lyrics. if i really really need to write i will pull myself up by my pants sit down at my desk and stare at my screen in total silence until eventually my adhd meds wear off and i go to sleep

im mostly kidding LMFAO if i really need something in the background ill put on this playlist! if i need inspo sometimes i go to the fic playlists ive got on spotify :]

24. how do you choose whose POV to write in?

i choose based on who i think will tell an interesting story! going to be flat out honest with you, sometimes the povs i write from arent my favorite characters, but i think that their personal story would be a really good fit in what im trying to convey! tenko is probably one of the only exceptions considering the entire story is based around her surviving LMFAO even then that was mostly because i wanted to dissect her under a microscope for 42 chapters. emma and maki are like this too considering mask of my own face/run from your demons are oneshots :]

himiko and miu got chosen for lgowab mostly based on the fact that they had completely different stories to tell and i didnt want to choose two protags who were going through the same thing!! himiko strived for selflessness while miu struggled with morality and paranoia and i thought they would contrast well :] and oh my god let me tell you i did not expect to bring miu back for a whole other fic but i got ATTACHED shes such a mess.

everybody in opddmh were selected because they brought a range of different lifestyles/coping mechanisms to a post-game universe and they all have stories i wanted to explore!! makoto and being the poster child for hope and struggling with how others perceive him, mikans debate with her own morality and growing bitterness towards the company, and then of course akanes total refusal to be worried at all costs. byakuyas brief povs are to supply a more pessimistic view of their situation that parallels miu, which is why theyre always together during it. ive mentioned this in another ask from kozuelovemail but the v3 kids that stay alongside each pov were selected because they parallel the older participants in some way!!

and then of course. probably goes without saying but i do tend to choose female povs lmfaooo not only because I Am One but also because theyre just soooo criminally unexplored

25. what’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

well i can say its NOT editing LMFAOOOO this bitch does not edit!!!!!!!!!!!!! which you can probably tell!!!! i mean i give it a good glance and then send it off usually a lot of the edits are made when i wake up in the morning read over the chapter again and go "what the hell was i trying to say here"

brainstorming maybe???? i love Thinking. a lot of the times stories come to me in various scenes rather than one linear storyline and ive gotta grab them all from inside my head and mash them together. i also love brainstorming characters arcs and what their Deal is gonna be throughout it

and then writing of course. love writing. ive had to teach myself to kinda just type out a draft at first and to stop going back to edit, and then once i finish i go back and add extra or remove anything that sounds silly. writing on a good day is lots of fun!!!! ESPECIALLY when its scenes that im excited for/are high drama. like. those high drama scenes that ive been waiting to get down onto google docs dot com...... hell yea

26. what’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

PFFT WHOOPS already answered probably editing! its difficult for me to sit there and read over everything meticulously cuz my brain just does not want to thoroughly go through something especially if ive just completed it. which. most of the time as soon as i complete it and have gone back to add in extra/remove the silly bits i consider it done and i send it through LMFAO. thats on me for updating weekly tho!!! there are gonna be mistakes!!!!!!!!!! and yknow what ive learned to live with that this is a fanfiction i write for fun and i do this cuz i love writing :]

29. what’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

hgfdjkgshdk i always feel so bad like. praising my writing yknow? theres always going to be parts of it id change or want to go back on but if i had to choose something id probably say the characterisation? i try to put in a lot of effort in making these people feel more human and not as "larger than life" as they usually are, and i want every pov i write from to have flaws and things theyre good at and little quirks that make each of them stand out from each other. when i write characters i try to keep in mind the little things about them, like himiko twitching her nose or mikan having acne shes self conscious about, miu twirling her hair or makoto using novelty mugs instead of the more aesthetically pleasing ones. just tiny things that round them out as people :]

43. is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

ouhghggh..... not sure! im so so focused on opddmh rn if i think about anything else ill totally spiral away from it (im already doing that with the rp im in LMFAOOOO erin on the brain). there are a few things im excited to write for but thatd be spoiling >:)

73. do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

not really!!!! i know its such a corny fucking answer but genuinely people have been so so lovely on all of my fics. like some of the kindest people. and also people who have stuck around for a very long time!! theres one commenter mythgirl02 who has literally given me a comment on every single chapter on every single fic ive published mythgirl if youre out there..... i love you. and even if they dont comment on every chapter ive gotten commenters who have actually brought me tears YOU FUCKING INCLUDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and also lily if shes reading this their comments are always so so sweet

i write bc ive got stories i wanna get out of my brain and share!!!!!!! its fantastic that people click on them to read along!!!!! i really try not to worry too much about kudos or reads or anything like that, but the support has been very very lovely and its led me to some awesome communities :]]

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