#little trouble as possible but when all comes to all im just rotten. no one knows me. i just... i cant stand myself. i wish that i could

[childishfluff]

(im gonna be sending a few seperate asks since theyre seperate thoughts/ideas, sorry for any sort of inbox spam!!) ur pet regressor tommy fic led me into a whole wormhole of many different ideas.. esp abt who else is a pet regressor!!

- wilbur (cat regressor!! also very relaxed, he *will* just sleep on phil or techno's lap for hours on end. mostly nonverbal, but will meow every now nd again. mostly communicates through actions. he can purr. doesn't drop often, but when he does, it's due to extreme stress- meaning he can be pretty sensitive while he's in catspace.)

- tubbo (puppy regressor, but definitely more of a relaxed dog aside from the amnt he communicates, especially through barking, whimpering, and soft "awooo!!"'s. loves snuggles. sometimes, he's scared to come of as annoying, so he's hesitant to slip into pupspace, normally needing someone to help him along and tell him that it's ok for him to be a puppy, nd that he's a very very good boy.)

- karl (kitten regressor!!!! he's either really sleepy or really playful/energetic, and he has no in between on that. he meows.. so much.. all he kno is meow meow!! *very* sensitive while dropped, and as such, he needs a lot of validation and love. will get extremely upset with himself if he notices that anyone is even *slightly* mad/irritated by him.)

- nick (sapnap) (PUPPY REGRESSOR 100000%!!! he's very very loud and extremely playful!!! he can be entertained for *hours* w literally anything, especially toys like chew bones. doesn't really drop too often, but when he does, he drops very very far. something that can trigger his drops is when people compare his traits/actions to those of a dog because he just goes yes!! yes me!!!! dog!!! me!!!! also he loves karl *so* much because karl absolutely spoils him rotten when he's in pupspace.)

- ranboo (kitty regressor!! similar to karl, he can be really sensitive while he's dropped. entirely nonverbal, opting for actions instead. he's a mix of both playful and sleepy. when he sleeps, he curls his entire body up into a circle nd kneads at whatever he's sleeping on until he falls asleep.)

- dream (cat regressor!! sleeps a lot when he's dropped, hes just vv tired. mimics patches, and loves to follow her around/act like she does. even bases his catgear around patches, with tabby-colored cat ears and an outfit based off of similar colors. drops very easily, mostly voluntarily.)

those r the ones i can think of now.. id love to know ypur opinions/interpretations of them!! -🌻

OKAY I’M GONNA GO THROUGH THESE ONE BY ONE, AND SHARE MY THOUGHTS+OTHER POSSIBLE HCS/FIC SCENARIOS, SO LONG POST WARNING Y’ALL

1. Cat Regressor! Wilbur

yes yes yes, I wouldn’t of thought of it myself but the idea is absolutely adorable! I’d totally write that, with like handler/cg!niki in addition to those you listed. And the idea of him using it for stress and therefore being sensitive in catspace? like, that’s amazing. 

I could imagine a fic where someone pushes him to regress for fun for once, but he feels like it’s stupid to purposely act like a cat when he doesn’t need it? They don’t pressure him, or anything, but he ends up slipping because he feels safe. and he realizes not only does it help with stress, but it just makes him more happy!

also imagine him slipping around tommy for whatever reason, and just wanting to sleep while Tommy’s trying to do something fun. So he’s dragging around a sleepy kitten and waking him up every two seconds, and it’s really soft and adorable and ends up with Wilbur sleeping somewhat on Tommy so that he can’t get up and he’s like ‘you’re so lucky I love you, dude.’ awww I need to write a fic- no promises but y’know

2.Puppy Regressor!Tubbo

someone actually requested a puppy regressors!tubbo and tommy fic that I’m having trouble writing, like it sounds cute but it’s kinda hard bc I’ve never written puppyspace before. I actually decided to start over but I’ma keep trying on that. 

anyways, imagine like, Ranboo or Tommy helping him slip over a discord call! Needing help to regress is something that I understand (I age regress, but I haven’t in a while due to this issue), so I could probably write Tubbo in that position well. Needing to be coaxed and told that it’s okay to be a cute lil puppy, like that’s adorable! 

3. Kitten Regressor!Karl

tbh I tried to write kitten!karl but I was half asleep and gave up, I need to get back to that hjsiksja. Like I specialize in writing sensitive regressors w/anxiety over someone being mad at them, so I could definitely pull this off. 

and the idea of him being a talkative kitty is sooo cute! Like I can imagine something along the lines of this conversation between him and a handler/cg:

“What do you want?”

“Meowww”

“I don’t know what that means!”

“Meow?” (little head tilt and innocent cute eyes)

“Do you want cuddles?”

*excited meows! and he goes and cuddles up in their lap bc yay, they understood him!*

and imagine kitten!karl playing w/Quackity! very very adorable concept

4. Puppy Regressor! Sapnap

okay okay so I don’t watch sapnap really but this is still adorable! Like the whole ‘me, puppy? yes.’ thing is soooo cute! Imagine George or Dream just forgetting that’s a trigger and making a joke about how one of his mannerisms reminds them of a puppy and suddenly! There’s a puppy to take care of!

and karl spoiling him sounds like something he’d do hjsiksjsa. I can’t really add much on here bc idk much about him/his content past the smp but this is so cute! Maybe I’ll watch a few of his videos and attempt writing him bc I keep getting requests for him

5. Kitten Regressor! Ranboo

yes, I was already thinking about this tbh! Like I’ve written him as a little and it’s kinda similar, he’s sensitive, and he’s less verbal the littler he gets. As a kitten, I can easily picture him just being quiet. 

I imagine that he’s really pouty because of this, because he doesn’t know how to communicate otherwise, so this might confuse anyone who may take care of him. 

“Why are you pouting? Do you want cuddles? Food? Do you wanna play?” 

and he just doesn’t reply bc he’s a kitten and he can’t talk so it’s an endless cycle of guess and check until they reach the right answer, and it’s really funny to watch. I can also imagine that he giggles a lot. Like he’s not verbal or anything, and he doesn’t giggle a lot but sometimes it happens! and if you make him giggle while in kittenspace then you did something right!

it makes everyone happy when he giggles and it’s really soft and cute! I definitely think I’ll write a fic with kitten!ranboo in it, at some point eventually, I think! 

6. Cat Regressor! Dream

awwwww- I didn’t even consider the possibility of this but awwww. Imagine Wilbur and Dream in catspace together, just sleeping and cuddling while basically all the other kittens are playing and being hyper. And everyone’s trying to get them to play but they’re sleepy! (ofc they end up playing anyways bc their friends are adorable and convincing but y’know)

and I really like the idea of him mimicking patches! I’ve seen a few pet regresors say that they mimick/copy their pets so it kinda feels realistic and likely! and plus, it’s really cute. 

and since his regression is voluntary, I can imagine him like one minute, just chillin w/george and sapnap and going ‘what if- what if I just went *cat mode*’ and he tries to hint to his friends that he wants to slip but they’re not getting it so it’s kinda frustrating for him but funny for the readers to see play out bc George and Sapnap are being completely oblivious to everything. Hjsiksja that’d be funny

Thank you for sending this it, like seriously! It was really fun to go through and talk about these, I might make additional headcannon lists once I’m actually awake tomorrow bc I shouldn’t be up rn but yeah, I just wanted to go through and respond to this! <3

#dsmp #dream smp #minecraft #mcyt #wilbur soot #tubbo #karl jacobs #mrbeast #sapnap #ranboo #dream #pet regression #petre #cat regression #kittenspace #kitten regression #puppy regression #puppyspace #dream smp agere #dream smp petre

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Disney but just the Queer Mood™ Songs, a full Spotify Playlist

Open to updates should anyone notice a song I missed!

Tracklist with specific lyrics that fuck us all up under the cut:

KEY: A general list of which songs resonate with people. The 🏳️‍🌈is for general songs; if you relate to a song but don’t see ur emoji beneath it, send me a message and I’ll add it!

🏳️‍🌈 General Queer Anthem  🌈 Gays specifically have related to this song  ❤️ Gay Men specifically have related to this song  🧡 Lesbians specifically have related to this song 💕 Bisexuals/Pansexuals specifically have related to this song  💜 Asexuals/Ace-spectrum people specifically have related to this song 💚 Aromatics/Aro-spectrum people specifically have related to this song 🤍 Trans people have specifically related to this song 🖤 Nonbinary/Genderqueer people have specifically related to this song  💗 Polyamorous people have specifically related to this song

Know Who You Are - Moana

🏳️‍🌈

They have stolen the heart from inside you But this does not define you  This is not who you are You know who you are...

I Wonder - Sleeping Beauty 

🌈🧡

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why each little bird has a someone To sing to, sweet things to, A gay little love melody I wonder, I wonder, I wonder if my heart keeps singing, Will my song go winging To someone, who'll find me And bring back a love song to me...

Mother Knows Best - Tangled

🏳️‍🌈 honestly this is just... a general song for some of our shitty relationships to guardian figures...

It's a scary world out there Mother knows best One way or another Something will go wrong, I swear

Me, I'm just your mother, what do I know? I only bathed and changed and nursed you Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it Let me die alone here, be my guest When it's too late You'll see, just wait Mother knows best

Don't forget it You'll regret it...

Dangerous to Dream - Frozen Broadway Production

🏳️‍🌈

I can't be what you expect of me But I'm trying every day with all I do and do not say Here on the edge of the abyss Knowing everything in my whole life has lead to this And so I pull inside myself, close the walls, put up my guard I've practiced every single day for this So why is it so hard?

I can't dwell on what we've lost And our secrecy and silence comes at such a cost

I wish I could tell the truth Show you who's behind the door I wish you knew what all this pantomime And pageantry was for

It's dangerous to wish I could make choices of my own Dangerous to even have that thought I'm dangerous just standing here for everyone to see If I let go of rules who knows how dangerous I'd be?

Reflection - Mulan 

🏳️‍🌈🤍🖤- literally everyone requested this. everyone. so im just copy-pasting the entire lyrics sorry not sorry

Look at me, I will never pass for a perfect bride Or a perfect daughter Can it be I'm not meant to play this part? Now I see that if I were truly to be myself I would break my family's heart

Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried  When will my reflection show who I am inside?

How I pray that a time will come I can free myself From their expectations On that day, I'll discover someway to be myself And to make my family proud They want a docile lamb No one knows who I am Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide? Must I pretend that I'm Someone else for all time? When will my reflection show Who I am inside? When will my reflection show Who I am inside?

Everything I Ever Thought I Knew - Tangled: The Series

🏳️‍🌈 when u realize u might not be straight lol

I thought no one could love me And how could I have known? I was wrong, oh so wrong

Everything I ever thought I knew Where I've been, where I'm going Everything I counted on turned out to be untrue Could've guessed, should've known, now I do

If none of it was really me then who am I supposed to be?

I guess I'm someone else now I wonder who I am

God Help the Outcasts - Hunchback of Notre Dame

🏳️‍🌈...yeah. yeah

Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to You Still, I see Your face and wonder Were You once an outcast, too?

God help the outcasts, hungry from birth Show them the mercy they don't find on Earth God help my people, they look to You, still God help the outcasts or nobody will

I ask for nothing, I can get by But I know so many less lucky than I Please help my people, the poor and downtrod I thought we all were the children of God

Belle (Reprise) - Beauty and the Beast

🌈 when a cishet thinks ur interested smh

Madame Gaston! Can't you just see it? Madame Gaston! His little wife No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it I want much more than this provincial life!

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere I want it more than I can tell And for once it might be grand To have someone understand I want so much more than they've got planned...

Part of Your World - The Little Mermaid

🌈 SO many people requested this one guys it’s not even funny

Wandering free, wish I could be Part of that world

Betcha on land, they understand Bet they don't reprimand their daughters Bright young women, sick of swimming Ready to stand

When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love, Love to explore that shore up above?

One Jump Ahead (Reprise) - Aladdin

🏳️‍🌈

Riff-raff, street rat I don't buy that If only they'd look closer

Would they see a poor boy? No, siree They'd find out There's so much more to me...

Proud of Your Boy - Aladdin Broadway Production 

🏳️‍🌈❤️🤍

That I've been one rotten kid Some son, some pride and some joy But I'll get over these lousin' up Messin' up, screwin' up times...

Water flows under the bridge Let it pass, let it go There's no good reason that you should believe me Not yet, I know, but

Someday and soon I'll make you proud of your boy Though I can't make myself taller Or smarter or handsome or wise I'll do my best, what else can I do? Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you...

Someone’s Waiting for You - The Rescuers

🏳️‍🌈

Be brave, little one Make a wish for each sad little tear Hold your head up though no one is near Someone's waiting for you

Always keep a little prayer in your pocket And you're sure to see the light Soon there'll be joy and happiness And your little world will be bright

Have faith, little one Til your hopes and your wishes come true

Stick to the Status Quo - High School Musical 

🏳️‍🌈 🌈 YOU ALL KNOW EXACTLY WHY THIS IS HERE

No, no, no, stick to the stuff you know It is better by far to keep things as they are Don't mess with the flow, no no Stick to the status quo

Into the Unknown - Frozen 2

🏳️‍🌈

I can hear you, but I won't Some look for trouble while others don't There's a thousand reasons I should go about my day And ignore your whispers which I wish would go away

I've had my adventure, I don't need something new I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you

Or are you someone out there who's a little bit like me? Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be? Every day's a little harder as I feel my power grow Don't you know there's part of me that longs to go

Where are you going? Don't leave me alone How do I follow you Into the unknown?

Go the Distance - Hercules 

🏳️‍🌈

I have often dreamed of a far off place Where a great, warm welcome will be waiting for me

And a voice keeps saying This is where I'm meant to be

I am on my way, I can go the distance I don't care how far, somehow I'll be strong I know every mile will be worth my while I would go most anywhere to find where I belong

Tomorrow - Annie

🏳️‍🌈 - betcha didnt know disney had an annie movie did u

The sun will come out tomorrow Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow There'll be sun

When I'm stuck in a day that's gray and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin and say, oh, The sun’ll come out tomorrow So you gotta hang on til tomorrow, come what may...

Learn Me Right - Brave

🏳️‍🌈💜💚

Though I may speak some tongue of old Or even spit out some holy word I have no strength with which to speak When you sit me down and see I’m weak

We will run and scream you will dance with me We'll fulfill our dreams, and we'll be free We will be who we are, and they’ll heal our scars Sadness will be far away...

Strange Sight - Tinkerbell and the Legend of the Neverbeast 

🏳️‍🌈

You stand in the light You're wrong, but you're right And my heart's beating wildly Strange how I'm scared but delighted Afraid, but excited too

I will understand you Strange how I'm drawn to the danger I reach out my hand to you

If you're caught in the shadows and turned all around Lost in the darkness, you will be found If you hear my voice, follow the sound Cause I'm here to guide you home... 

I Don’t Dance - High School Musical 2 

🌈 ❤️ 💕 okay so if you weren’t here for the high school musical tumblr revival you may be confused but listen... it’s about being mlm... 

Step up to the plate, start swinging

I wanna play ball Now that’s all, this is what I do It ain’t no dance that you can show me

I’ve got what it takes playin’ my game So you best skin that pitch you gonna throw me, yeah I’ll show you how I swing

I can prove it to you ‘til you know it’s true Cause I can swing it, I can bring it to the diamond too You’re talking a lot, show me what you got Stop, swing!

Kiss the Girl - cover of The Little Mermaid 

this version is sung by a girl so 🧡💕

There you see her, sitting there across the way She don't got a lot to say but there's something about her And you don't know why, but you're dying to try You wanna kiss the girl

Yes, you want her Look at her, you know you do It's possible she want you too There is one way to ask her...

Can You Feel the Love Tonight - The Lion King 

🏳️‍🌈

An enchanted moment And it sees me through It's enough for this restless warrior Just to be with you

There's a time for everyone if they only learn That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors When the heart of this star-crossed voyager Beats in time with yours

And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer That we got this far And can you feel the love tonight? How it's laid to rest It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best

Beauty and the Beast - Beauty and the Beast 

🏳️‍🌈- a lot of queer people tend to empathize with “beastly” characters so we all latched the fuck onto this movie huh

Just a little change, small to say the least Both a little scared, neither one prepared

Ever just the same, ever a surprise Ever as before, ever just as sure As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time, tune as old as song Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change Learning you were wrong...

Healing Incantation - Tangled 

🏳️‍🌈🤍🖤

Heal what has been hurt Change the fates' design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine

So Close - Enchanted 

🏳️‍🌈🌈

A life goes by, romantic dreams will stop So I bid mine goodbye and never knew So close was waiting waiting here with you And now, forever, I know All that I wanted to hold you so close

Oh, how could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now?

So close to reaching that famous happy end Almost believing this one's not pretend Let’s go on dreaming though we know we are So close, so close, and still So far...

If Only - Descendants

🏳️‍🌈🌈

A million thoughts in my head Should I let my heart keep listening? Cause up 'til now, I've walked the line Nothing lost but something missing I can't decide what's wrong, what's right Which way should I go?

Every step, every word With every hour I'm feeling in To something new, something brave To someone I've never been

Will you still be with me When the magic's all run out?

If only I knew what my heart was telling me Don't know what I'm feeling Is this just a dream? If only I could read the signs in front of me I could find the way to who I'm meant to be

Wherever You Are - Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin 

🏳️‍🌈- out of context could be interpreted as romantic, esp since the credits version is a duet (🌈 💕) but the original context is friendship so honestly it’s very 💜💚

I'm out here in the dark, all alone and wide awake Come and find me I'm empty and I'm cold, and my heart's about to break Come and find me

I need you to come here and find me Cause without you, I'm totally lost I've hung a wish on every star It hasn't done much good so far I can only dream of you

But when the morning comes and the sun begins to rise, I will lose you Because it’s just a dream, when I open up my eyes, I will lose you

I used to believe in forever, But forever is too good to be true I've hung a wish on every star It hasn't done much good so far

I don't know what else to do Except to try to dream of you And wonder, if you're dreaming too Wherever you are

I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) - Hercules

🏳️‍🌈 🌈 💕

If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that

Who d'you think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heaven to ya Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through ya Girl, you can't conceal it We know how you feel And who you're thinking of

I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming "Get a grip, girl!" Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling

This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love

At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love

Endless Night - The Lion King Broadway Production 

🏳️‍🌈🤍 🖤 

Where has the starlight gone? Dark is the day How can I find my way home? Home is an empty dream, lost to the night Father, I feel so alone

When will the dawning break, oh, endless night Sleepless I dream of the day

I know that the night must end And that the sun will rise I know that the clouds must clear And that the sun will shine

Set Yourself Free - Tangled: The Series 

🏳️‍🌈🤍

There's much more inside of you than anyone can see And now the choice is yours Life waits beyond the doors So step on through, the time has come And only you can set yourself free!

No one else can tell you what to do Or who to be! No one gets to say if you will stay or go

Look inside your heart and find the key... And set yourself free!

Bound up by your worries Trapped by your mistakes Forced to play a role you never chose Why not test your limits? You've got what it takes Let it out and follow where it goes

No more letting someone else define you to a "T" You know that you are strong You've known it all along So seize the day, let down your hair You’ll find a way to set yourself free!

So look to the horizon Open up your wings! Fly away to find your destiny... And set yourself free!

Speechless - Aladdin 2019 Remake 

🏳️‍🌈 ALL OF US ALL OF US

Here comes a wave meant to wash me away A tide that is taking me under

Cause I'll breathe when they try to suffocate me! Don't you underestimate me! Cause I know that I won't go speechless!

Written in stone, every rule, every word Centuries old and unbending "Stay in your place, better seen and not heard," Well, now that story is ending

Try to lock me in this cage! I won't just lay me down and die! I will take these broken wings And watch me burn across the sky!

I’m Still Here (Jim’s Theme) - Treasure Planet

🏳️‍🌈❤️🤍

I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms

You don't know me And I'll never be what you want me to be

And what do you think you'd understand I'm a boy - No, I'm a man You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown Yeah, you stand here on your own They don't know me, cause I’m not here 

And I want to tell you who I am Can you help me be a man They can't break me As long as I know who I am

They can't tell me who to be 'Cause I'm not what they see Yeah, the world is still sleepin' While I keep on dreaming for me And their words are just whispers and lies That I'll never believe!

Crossing the Line - cover of Tangled: the Series 

🏳️‍🌈 🧡 tfw when u are DONE with that fuckin closet 

This has to stop now This thing where you think that you've been my friend And don't even hear how you condescend The way you've always done

How I've tried to jump that great divide! But I've never got the chances you were given You don't know how much I've been denied Well, I'm not being patient anymore

I'm crossing the line! And I'm done holding back So look out, clear the track, it's my turn! I'm taking what's mine Every drop, every smidge If I'm burning a bridge, let it burn! But I'm crossing the line...

Let it Go - Frozen 

🏳️‍🌈 listen. i do not have to explain this one. you all know exactly why it’s here. we were all tiny gays in 2013 losing our shit in the theater for no discernable reason why. we know

Couldn't keep it in, Heaven knows I tried

Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good girl you always have to be Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know Well, now they know!

Let it go! Let it go! Turn away and slam the door! I don't care what they're going to say!

It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all!

No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free!

I'm never going back, the past is in the past!

Let it go! Let it go! And I'll rise like the break of dawn Let it go! Let it go! That perfect girl is gone!

This is Me - Camp Rock 

🏳️‍🌈 🧡 💕 🤍

I've always been the kind of girl that hid my face So afraid to tell the world what I've got to say But I have this dream right inside of me I'm gonna let it show it's time To let you know It's to let you know

Do you know what it's like to feel so in the dark? To dream about a life where you're the shining star

This is real, this is me I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now Gonna let the light shine on me Now I've found who I am there's no way to hold it in No more hiding who I wanna be...

Breaking Free - High School Musical 

🏳️‍🌈 🖤

You know the world can see us In a way that's different than who we are Creating space between us 'Till we're separate hearts But your faith it gives me strength Strength to believe

Soarin, flyin There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach If we’re trying, yeah we’re breaking free  We’re running, climbin  To get to the place, to be all that we can be  Now’s the time, so we’re breaking free

True To Your Heart - Mulan 

🏳️‍🌈 🌈

Baby, I knew at once that you were meant for me Deep in my soul, I know that I'm your destiny Though you're unsure Why fight the tide Don't think so much Let your heart decide

True to your heart You must be true to your heart That's when the heavens'll part And, baby, shower you with my love Open your eyes Your heart can tell you no lies And when you're true to your heart I know it's gonna lead you straight to me

Someone ya know is on your side can set you free I can do that for you if you believe in me Why second guess what feels so right Just trust your heart And you'll see the light

Never Knew I Needed - The Princess and the Frog 

🏳️‍🌈 🌈 💕

For the way you changed my plans For being the perfect distraction For the way you took the idea that I have Of everything that I wanted to have And made me see there was something missing...

My accidental happily ever after The way you smile and how you comfort me with your laughter I must admit you were not a part of my book But now if you open it up and take a look You're the beginning and the end of every chapter

You're the best thing I never knew I needed So when you were here I had no idea You'd be the best thing I never knew I needed So now it's so clear I need you here always

Colors of the Wind - Pocahontas 

🏳️‍🌈 - colors.... rainbows.... yea

How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know...

You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

How high will the sycamore grow If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether we are white or copper skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colors of the wind...

I See the Light - Tangled 

🏳️‍🌈 🌈 - you would not BELIEVE how many of y’all requested this one

Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight Now I'm here, suddenly I see Standing here, it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be

Now she's here shining in the starlight Now she's here, suddenly I know If she's here it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go

And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted

All at once, everything looks different Now that I see you

Strangers Like Me - Tarzan 

🏳️‍🌈 🤍 🖤- that moment when u find another queer person and ur like “holy shit”

I can see there's so much to learn It's all so close and yet so far I see myself as people see me Oh, I just know there's something bigger out there

Come with me now to see my world Where there's beauty beyond your dreams Can you feel the things I feel Right now, with you Take my hand There's a world I need to know...

Why Should I Worry? - Oliver & Company 

🏳️‍🌈- we’re queer, we’re here, get used to it 

Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime But I got street savoir-faire Why should I worry? Why should I care? It's just be-bopulation And I got street savoir-faire

Why should I worry? Why should I care? And even when I crossed that line I got street savoir-faire

Welcome - Brother Bear 

🏳️‍🌈 pride parade amirite

Everyone's invited This is how we live We are here for each other, happy to give All we have we share And all of us we care

There's a bond between us nobody can explain It's a celebration of life We see our friends again I'll be there for you I know you'll be there for me, too So come on!

This has to be the most beautiful The most peaceful place I've ever been to It's nothing like I've never seen before When I think how far I've come I can't believe it And yet I see it In them I see family I see the way we used to be...

The Great Divide - Tinkerbell and the Secret of the Wings

🏳️‍🌈

I'm on your side Let's take this ride And together we're facing the world Doing things nobody's done before And the great divide doesn’t seem so wide anymore

With You by My Side - Tangled: the Series 

💗 - tangled the series was so close to being canon polyam istg

Now; now more than ever We must stick together united

If we're destined to head in our own different ways Let's make the most of these sweet final days Why not go out in a glorious blaze

There's nothing I couldn't do Not with you by my side What in the world would I do Without you by my side...

Love Will Find a Way - The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride

🏳️‍🌈 🌈

In a perfect world One we've never known We would never need to face the world alone They can have the world We'll create our own I may not be brave or strong or smart But somewhere in my secret heart

And if only they could feel it too The happiness I feel with you

Like dark turning into day Somehow we'll come through Now that I've found you Love will find a way I know love will find a way

Space Between - Descendants 2

🧡 never have i ever seen gays flock to a song faster

And you can find me in the space between Where two worlds come to meet I'll never be out of reach Cause you're a part of me so you can find me in the space between You'll never be alone No matter where you go We can meet in the space between

Even if we're worlds apart You're still in my heart It will always be you and me, yeah

If I Never Knew You - Pocahontas

🏳️‍🌈🌈

And if I never held you I would never have a clue How at last I'd find in you The missing part of me...

In this world so full of fear Full of rage and lies I can see the truth so clear In your eyes So dry your eyes

If I never knew you I'd be safe but half as real Never knowing I could feel A love so strong and true

I thought our love would be so beautiful  Somehow we'd make the whole world bright I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong All they'd leave us were these whispers in the night But still my heart is saying we were right

I’d Give Anything - Tangled: the Series 

🧡 rapunzel’s sad breakup song

So if you find that you're in darkness or despair Though you won't turn to me please know I'll be right there Name any sacrifice, I'll pay the price that's due Cause I'd give anything for you Yes, I'd give anything to relive everything we knew...

Someday - Hunchback of Notre Dame 

🏳️‍🌈

I used to believe In the days I was naïve That I'd live to see A day of justice dawn And though I will die Long before that morning comes I'll die while believing still It will come when I am gone

Someday, when we are wiser When the world's older, when we have learned I pray someday we may yet live To live and let live

Someday, these dreams will all be real Till then we'll wish upon the moon Change will come, one day Someday soon... 

No One Is Alone - Into the Woods 

🏳️‍🌈

Mother cannot guide you, now your on your own. Only me beside you, still you're not alone. No one is alone. Truly, no one is alone…

People make mistakes Holding to their own  Thinking they’re alone 

Someone is on your side, someone else is not  While we’re seeing our side, maybe we forgot  They are not alone, no one is alone...

I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors) - Moana

🏳️‍🌈 🤍 - it’s about the self-acceptance binch

Sometimes, the world seems against you The journey may leave a scar But scars can heal and reveal just Where you are

The people you love will change you The things you have learned will guide you And nothing on Earth can silence The quiet voice still inside you

I've delivered us to where we are I have journeyed farther I am everything I've learned and more Still it calls me

And the call isn't out there at all, it's inside me! It's like the tide, always falling and rising I will carry you here in my heart, you remind me That come what may I know the way

Show Yourself - Frozen 2 

🏳️‍🌈 - this one was claimed immediately by the queer community and we all have a stake in it but i do want to point out that i got this from a LOT of 🤍 🖤 💜 💚

I have always been a fortress Cold secrets deep inside You have secrets too But you don't have to hide

I've never felt so certain All my life, I've been torn But I'm here for a reason Could it be the reason I was born? I have always been so different Normal rules did not apply Is this the day? Are you the way I finally find out why?

Oh, show yourself Let me see who you are... Come to me now Open your door Don't make me wait One moment more!

(Come, my darling, homeward bound) I am found!

Transformation / Beauty and the Beast (Reprise) - Beauty and the Beast Broadway Production 

🏳️‍🌈

We are home, we are where we shall be forever  Trust in me, for you know I won’t run away from today This is all that I need, and all that I need to say  Don’t you know how you’ve changed me? Strange how I finally see  I found home, you’re my home, stay with me... 

Finale / Let it Go - Frozen Broadway Production 

🏳️‍🌈 this makes me bawl so it gets finale

There’s so much I longed to say Then say it all, beginning with today It’s like a dream I thought could never be  Elsa, you’re free 

Here we stand in the light of day Let the sun shine on 

I take this warmth within and send it up above Goodbye to dark and fear, let’s fill this world with light and love And here surrounded by a family at least  We’re never going back, the past is in the past 

Let our true love go  Let it go!

#disney #disney songs #queer #lgbt #lgbtq #mine

[hatsukeii]

I've been thinking about slytherin! Tsukishima dating a slytherin! S/o who joined the death eater because their parent force 'em. And they were so depressed and always crying every night, then tsukishima noticed and then comfort 'em. They ended up ran away with tsuki and joined the battle of hogwarts to fight against voldemort. Oh my god i love this>-

Okay I love this PLUS I’m a Slytherin (according to Pottermore) BUT I have a confession

I never finished the Harry Potter series bc I couldn’t be bothered w Order Of The Phoenix THERE I SAID IT SUE ME UNFOLLOW ME IM A DISGRACE

I DID watch almost all the movies though

But don’t attack me if this one isn’t like 100% canonically accurate though please I cannot

Btw I’m not gonna do the fight YET I might make a part two idk lolol it’s a bit too much for one fic and I need to go read a summary of the fight-

Run away with me// Slytherin!Tsukishima Kei x Slytherin!Reader

Word Count: 1800+

Warnings: None

Summary: Controlling parents are never good, especially when they force you to side with evil.

“They forced you to do what?” Tsukishima was beyond furious. Fuming. He was absolutely ready to murder your parents if you didn’t do it first.

“Kei, stay quiet! They’re gonna kill us both if they hear you!”

“Do I look like I give a flying fuck right now?”

You looked at the floor, the guilt slowly consuming you as you avoided his piercing glare. How could you face him, when you broke such a huge promise you made to one of the most emotionally unstable people you know? Fiddling with your fingers, you racked your brain, hoping to find a sensible explanation for what you did. “I didn’t have a choice! You really think I would give up on everything? Give up on you, my friends, my education, my hopes and dreams, just to fight alongside Voldemort? You seriously think I would be heartless enough, to kill innocent wizards?” If anyone was around and heard your words, you would’ve been sent to Dumbledore instantly, maybe even gotten executed for treason. Just the slightest mention of He Who Shall Not Be Named, or the death eaters, was enough to trigger almost all the staff and students, especially with the situation going on in the wizarding world currently. With Voldemort back from the dead and on the loose, Hogwarts has one upped their security, the atmosphere tenser than ever.

Hearing the click of a door, Tsukishima clamped his large hand over your mouth, the other gripping your waist as he pulled you into the tall grass, putting a finger over his lips. From the hut, stumbled out a wobbly, possibly drunk Hagrid, a huge ass axe in hand. “WHAT’S THAT EVIL SHIT YER TALKIN’ BOUT HUH? COME ON OUT MUGGERS! I’LL GIVE YER A PIECE O’ THIS!” The man swung the axe from side to side, as if he was expecting it to hit someone. Not seeing blood on the blade, the shaggy haired wizard mumbled a few curses, swinging the wooden door open as he stumbled back in, tripping on his own two feet as he dropped the axe far away, the blade sinking itself into the wooden material of his little hut. Scrambling back to his feet, he grabbed the doorknob angrily, slamming the door shut with a heavy thud and a gust of wind.

The blond poked his head out slightly, looking around to check for people that might be lurking in the darkness. Sighing in relief, he sat himself back down on the ground, crossing his arms. Sweating, you bit on your nails nervously, anticipating his next words.

“Why was I in the dark about this?”

“Because you would leave me.”

His brows knitted together in confusion and pain.

“I won’t. I’m just mad.”

“You would if you knew more about me.”

Tsukishima may be a Slytherin, but that didn’t mean he wanted it. You saw the incredibly disheartened look on his face when the sorting hat blurted out the house. He refused to talk to anyone for days. He got in trouble countless of times for talking back to Snape. Everyone, even you, hated him. He was disrespectful, irritating, provoking, and inconsiderate to everyone that crossed paths with him. It wasn’t until months later, did you realise the reasoning behind his rotten attitude for his house. A fight broke out between Hinata and Tsukishima, with Hinata screaming about how the latter had no right to be disrespectful to his seniors. That was the exact moment, when the entire school was graced with his story. Later that night, you approached him, apologetic for your attitude towards him and hoping to understand more. Turns out both his parents were killed by death eaters. He was eight, and watched as his parents burned to ashes in front of him, the two murderers laughing to the screams and cries of agony. He was quick to run to safety, the two wizards too occupied with killing his parents to pay any attention to him. Since then, he’s never had a proper home, running errands for whoever would pay him even just the minimal amount of money. His dream was to get into Hogwarts, and kill the ones that eliminated his parents from the world, but his one condition was to never get into Slytherin. He was not going to associate himself with those disdainful, cold blooded murderers known as the death eaters. It wasn’t a surprise he would be furious about this.

You were now a shaking mess, not even noticing the tears that were streaming down your skin. The moon reflected off Tsukishima’s glasses, a look of fury and sorrow buried in his dull irises. The two of you sat in silence, not knowing what to say to the other. You cursed yourself. Why did fate have to do this? Why did fate have to send your soul to a pair of death eaters? The two death eaters that bragged to eight year old you about the victims they tortured, and eventually murdered, masking the truth and portraying it as if it was something to be proud of? Why did you have to fall for their victim’s son? Why were they so goddamn desperate to turn you into one of them? You’ve known all three of the Unforgivable Curses since you were merely a preteen. You constantly feared for your life in Hogwarts. You knew how powerful your parents were. If you disobeyed them, they could’ve had all your friends, everyone you’ve ever cared for, dead in a heartbeat. As a result of that, you never revealed anything about your family, not wanting to give anything away. However, that didn’t work with Tsukishima. Infatuation is a dangerous feat. Before you knew it, the two of you were meeting in Hagrid’s field every night, getting to know each other better. Your parents being death eaters accidentally slipped out one night, and for the next week, Tsukishima refused to talk to you at all. He avoided you everywhere, sat as far away from you as possible at dinner, left you waiting for hours in the field. And yet despite his cold attitude towards you, not once did you leave him alone. Maybe that was what he really admired about you.

A sob erupted from your throat, breaking the silence of the dark, cloudless night. You were done. You were done with this. You were done with hiding your problems from him. You were done with hiding your past, your parents, your feelings, everything. The suffocating guilt, the strained throb of your heart, you were sorry. You were sorry for not telling him anything earlier on. You hated yourself for being born to two cold blooded murderers. You hated yourself for acting weak in front of him right now, but the chord just snapped. The thin, thin chord that held your emotions just gave out, and you burst into tears. Hot, salty, flowing tears. You fell forward as your hands held you up, head bowed down and shaking. Your tears wouldn’t stop, flinging themselves onto the floor as Tsukishima just stared.

“WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO BE BORN LIKE THIS? I CAN’T DO THIS! I DON’T WANT TO! I HATE THEM! MURDERERS! FUCKING KILLERS! I CAN’T BELIEVE THEM, SERIOUSLY! OH, AND WHY, OF ALL PEOPLE, DID I HAVE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU? WHY YOU? YOU SHOULD HATE ME! THAT’S HOW IT SHOULD BE!”

Salty droplets clumped up in your eyelashes, rolled to the corners of your lips, into your mouth, you could taste the warm liquid on your tongue. The blond was frozen. Never had he ever seen you like this, crying and wailing as you put yourself down for something that was out of your control. He was confused, because one thing lingered in his mind.

“I should hate you? What are you talking about?”

Chuckling hopelessly, you sniffled, enjoying the last few seconds of his obliviousness.

“Oh yeah, I never told you. My parents killed yours and bragged about it at home afterwards. I was eight.”

Something in Tsukishima’s heart dropped as his mouth staggered open. “Your parents were the killers?” You continued to laugh manically, screams emitting from your throat despite feeling empty inside. “Yeah, so hate me. Leave me. Don’t make yourself suffer any more.” Tears glistened in his eyes as his words got caught in his throat. Her parents were the murderers. Let her go. She’s becoming one of them as well. “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” Gripping his head, Tsukishima screamed, trying to block out the deafening voice in his head that urged him to just get up and walk away, break all ties with you, throw everything into the abyss, never to be seen again. The thoughts were dizzying as he fell to the ground, curled up. “I’m...sorry. I’m so, so... sorry.” His cries of agony never stopped. Desperate to comfort him, you slowly got up to your knees, leaning forward and grabbing his shoulders as you forced him to look at you. Your eyes were desperate, shaking and watery. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I don’t want to become one of them. I don’t care if you hate me, or leave me, or kill me. You have all the right reasons to. Just please... help me.” What you expected, was for him to fling you away. What he did, was lunge forward, arms wrapping around your neck as his head landed on the side of it, tears making your skin wet as he continued to cry.

“Kei, I’m so sorry.”

No reply.

“It’s okay, I’ll love you even if you don’t feel the same way anymore.”

“No.”

His mumble sent vibrations down your neck, waking your entire body up. Strained breaths made their way into the cold night air. Wrapping your arms around him, silent tears continued to roll down your cheeks as you held him tighter, refusing to let go.

“Run away with me. I’m done with all this. I’m not gonna leave you, ever. I love you. I don’t care if your parents killed mine, or if you’re being forced to join the death eater. Come with me. We can run away to who knows where. No one will find us, maybe finally we’ll be free. We can get fake identities, hide in the city, I don’t care. I’ll keep my owl here, when the school finally fights the death eaters, he’ll tell us, then we’ll come back. I’m sick of constantly waiting for evil to knock on our door. Let’s just go and live how we want. Run away with me, (Y/N).”

An arm extended towards you, willing for you to take it.

“You’re absolutely insane Kei, I’ll come with you.”

Grabbing his hand, you hoisted yourself up, giving him another tight hug.

“You wanna go now?”

“Yeah, let’s just go.”

And the two of you run.

You run, and run.

Away from the school.

Away from your friends.

Away from your belongings.

And you don’t stop.

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It’s probs just because I wrote it but I think you can see how I was slowly dying or maybe you can’t.

Apologies for the inaccuracy AHSHJDGAYGSDhAS-

Have fun reading:)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu au #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu tsukishima #hq #hq x reader #hq tsukki #hq imagine #hq au #hq scenario #hq headcanons #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #harry potter au #harry potter #slytherin #tsukishima scenario #anime #ahhhhh im terrible at this i haven’t even finished the series yet this is probably extremely inaccurate #apologies in advance

[theforce]

presumptive horrible rotten case of corona: symptoms

presumptive bc i couldnt get a god damn test i live in new york and while there are testing sites all over the state and our state govt is doing what they can now, i don’t want to be the person taking away a test from someone else especially now that i am mostly better, most of this went down at the beginning of the month and i’m still dealing with the effects of it. 

there was a lot of confusion here even as recent as 2 weeks and we are the state that’s testing more than the rest of the entire country so here is my account of what went down w me, and honestly, what might go down with you or someone you know as soon as this reaches your state

1) i threw up all night long, thought it was a stomach virus, had a lot of stomach issues for like 24 hours, very strange i haven’t had a stomach virus in YEARS since i was a literal child, anyways right before i started puking up my life i developed this weird cough, it felt like it was from my throat, like i was trying to clear it? but it was often and annoying 

2) after my 24 hours of hell i felt feverish and exhausted but i chalked it up to being on the floor of the bathroom all night, exerting my esophagus and body to throw up the devil himself, i tried to sleep it off, i woke up a few hours later in a fog, i was shivering but i was also burning up, i couldn’t tell left from right, up from down, my fever was 100.3, at this point i had my mom call my doctor and make an appointment, she made it for me w the receptionist, everything was fine until 20 minutes later i got a call back from my actual doctor not the receptionist who was like, oh no not you’re not coming here with those symptoms baby and i was like ?? ok cool thanks, she said to keep watching my symptoms, slam some tylenol and if i felt shortness of breath to call or text her personal cell phone and she would get me set up at the nearest hospital i said ok sounds fucked up i mean i didn’t say that bc i was too fucked up to even speak, she also gave my mom instructions to keep me in my room, to not go near me, to give me a designated bathroom, to have food and water delivered to my door, my mom was like u dont gotta tell me twice (she has lupus) during this time my cough become dry and horrible, i could feel my lungs rattle, i would cough so hard and for so long i’d wake from my feverish coma to kneel over my bed and just let loose on the world, it felt like i was drowning, i couldn’t get enough air everything hurt, everything was sore 

3) things continued on like this for 5 straight days, i was literally in and out of consciousness, my fever got up to 102 and my mom said that if it raised at all from there we were going to the fuckin hospital and i was like listen la rona i know u wanna take me out but i havent even ever eaten a krispy kreme donut, please let me survive this i can’t leave this way, in that moment i literally had a fever dream of god herself, i said take this from me and i’ll stop being such a cunt in life. i started slamming hot toddy’s, i’d drink as much water as possible in between the time i wasnt literally trying to expel my lungs by way of my mouth

4) woke up from that whole ordeal drenched in SWEAT from my feet to my head i was soaked, it was gross, at that point i still had a sense of smell so let me tell you my last and final symptom should have kicked in a bit earlier but i checked my temp and it was normal! i didn’t feel like my head was going to explode! but i had new things going on i had a new stuffy/runny nose, my cough was producing some liquid which i proceeded to throw up into a mcdonalds cup i took a shower, i brushed my teeth, i felt like a brand new woman, i had cold like symptoms but i can live with cold like symptoms, i had an appetite for the first time in a week, felt like i could eat my whole family out of house and home given the opportunity, i’d lost 20 pounds in less than 2 weeks and ya girl was honestly, looking good but THAT’S A BAD WAY OF THINKING disregard please thank you, at this point i went into my doctor with a full on mask, gloves, hair pulled back, she gave me every test you can think of, most importantly a flu test which is all she could do since getting a test was impossible at this pint, which of course came back negative 

5) things continued like this for weeks, up until right now actually, exhaustion was gone, fever gone, cough still here and there but not like how it was, i’ve put on makeup in my room, i’ve watched every season of law and order svu, i’ve gone on drives in my car just to drive, i’ve tried to keep myself as busy as possible, 3 days ago the strangest, most inexplicable and hopefully last symptom arrived, a complete loss of smell and bc of that taste, i’ve tried smelling candles, essential oils, laundry detergent, canned meat, my brother lit a match with my back turned and asked me what the smell was, i ate extra hot cheetos, raw onions, shot of vinegar, there’s nothing there, i just hope it comes back 

during this time i haven’t been even close to my mother, who has lupus or my sister, who has asthma, i stayed in my room, i’m still in my room actually 14 full days out from the last time i left the house, one month since this whole thing started, i eat in my room, i use a different bathroom than my whole family, everyone talks to me from my door frame besides my little brother who also was sick but recovered super fast, he bleaches the bathroom after i use it, he puts all my food on single use plates, he brings me jugs of water and reminds me of what it’s like to at least talk to another person. 

on a more serious note, i haven’t touched another person in 20 days nobody has even been within 6 feet of me besides my doctor who was administering the only tests she could administer, fully decked out in a hazmat suit, she was scared for me, i could tell, she was trying to put on a brave face and downplay the severity of my symptoms but thank god for her, she’s checked up on me, she’s tried everything, she’s put in calls, she’s made herself as available as possible even though she’s probably going through the same thing with countless other patients, i worry for her, i’ve worried for my family, i’ve stressed beyond the point of no return which has for sure slowed my recovery and i was one of the lucky ones! all of this and my case was considered mild because i never really had trouble breathing beyond being choked by my own coughing. 

people have been there for me during all of this, in ways that are further reaching than touch, i have been very vocal about not liking when people touch me but i do look forward to the day i can hug my mom, where i can tell my friend to take a sip of my drink to see if she likes it, to have someone pat me on the shoulder and tell me to keep my head up or whatever 

hopefully im on the other side of this, my more at risk family members are about to be 14 days from the last time any of them were near me or my brother, they’re at the end of a long tunnel and i’m just so happy that maybe soon we’ll all see the light 

take care of yourselves

#tw for like puke and losing weight and just overall grossness

[katzuyas]

blood drips from the fingers of the hand that suddenly rips through the flesh of the man who was bout to cut yuuri’s head off with one clean swing of his sword, and yuuri can’t exactly say he minds this sudden development. there is a clean hole in the man’s chest when he’s discarded to the side like a piece of insignificant dust, but yuuri’s too busy gazing at the one who saved him to look closer at all the gore.

because before him stands the most handsome man he’s ever seen.

it’s part admiration, part disgust that stirs in yuuri’s belly as he watches the man lift his bloodied hand to his lips and suck his fingers clean. something very disturbing seems to be happening before his very eyes, and yet... and yet, yuuri feels himself bewitched to the point of staying there and watching.

“did I scare you?” the man asks, licking his hand clean much like a cat. a hell cat. one of those feral beasts that feast on rotten flesh and--

“um,” yuuri swallows. “no?”

he’s risking it, he thinks, but when he considers it closer, it’s not really a lie that he gives in reply. he’s only partially scared. everyone would be after someone tried to kill them, and yuuri’s fear stems from that alone, it looks like. 

“oh?” the man cocks his head to the side. he looks at yuuri with bright blue eyes, which shine like gems and steal yuuri’s breath altogether. “so you aren’t scared of me?”

“should I be?” yuuri asks back, wondering where he gets the audacity to question a being who can rip through a human with enough ease as he just witnessed.

maybe it’s his close brush with death that’s given him the courage, or maybe it’s another feeling -- one of premonition of what’s to come -- that tells him his adventure into the land of the dead might not yet be far off, but yuuri finds strength in his limbs and lightness in his heart, so he stands.

and he looks the man in the eyes with no fear. “are you going to hurt me?”

the man seems to be as surprised at yuuri’s question as yuuri is at his own daring.

“hurt you? no!” he shakes his head and his silver hair flits about like spiderwebs on a light morning breeze. “why would you even think that? I’d never hurt you.”

“well,” yuuri clears his throat, looking to where the corpse of the man who tried to take his life has yet to chill. “that might have something to do with my question, but... if you aren’t here to hurt me... and you just saved me... then, how-- I mean, who are you? and why did you help me?”

the little breath that escapes from the man’s lips is much more hushed than a gasp. much more... disappointed, yuuri decides when he sees the crestfallen look on the man’s face.

“you don’t know,” comes the reply, and yuuri frowns.

of course he doesn’t? how could he--

“you called for me.”

“what?” yuuri blinks, surprised. “no, I didn’t. I would’ve known if--”

“but you did,” the man insists. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise. you called me, or, well, your soul did? when humans come close to death their souls resonate, you see, and some of you have the strength to call one of us.”

humans, yuuri’s mind repeats as it reels. one of us.

“who... who are you?” he repeats through trembling lips.

the man’s smile is a slow thing, and it’s beautiful. it’s beautiful, but all of his handsome face is. it’s in his eyes that the beauty ends, or maybe, maybe that’s where it truly begins, because his blue gaze glows with power that is darker than any yuuri has seen.

he shivers when the man steps up to him, almost jumps in unease when he kneels. yuuri’s hand is taken and brought up to those smiling lips. there’s blood stains on his skin now, too, from the leftovers of his almost-killer, and yuuri’s stomach turns when he feels a kiss pressed to the inner part of his wrist -- right where his pulse flutters like a bird trapped in a cage against its will.

“I am nothing but your loyal dog, my liege,” the man whispers.

his warm breath settles in the palm of yuuri’s hand, distracting, but not distracting enough.

“my what?” yuuri asks. his voice comes out broken, so he clears his throat, and says again: “I don’t understand. how...?”

“you called upon me,” the man explains. “and I answered your call. I am now yours to command until the day you inevitably die.”

“but I didn’t,” yuuri insists, this time harder. he shakes his head. “I couldn’t have.”

“whyever not?”

the man peers up at him. he looks so perfectly poised while he continues to kneel at yuuri’s feet that yuuri trembles within himself from how beautiful it makes him. he knows he shouldn’t, but... he was already set to die tonight and he didn’t. so maybe luck was on his side, after all. maybe... maybe enough of it to let him get away with even more.

he slips his hand away from the light grasp and bows over until he can take the man’s face in his hands and set their foreheads together in faux gentleness. and he knows it instantly when the man realizes the change in the atmosphere around them, for those brilliant blue eyes widen in surprise that is heavily meshed with awe -- the awe that somehow makes yuuri feel powerful, more so than usual.

powerful, and stupid.

it’s that feeling that makes his brown eyes glow red, and it’s that feeling, too, which has him give the silky whisper of truth that only sparse few have ever heard:

“because I have no soul to call you.”

the man’s breath comes fast and hard, but he hears the truth in yuuri’s words, sees it in his inhuman eyes. gently, he turns his head towards the corpse of what must have been his intended master, the one that called him and the one he should’ve served, and yuuri lets him. he lets go.

“oh dear,” the man says, yet his voice does not indicate much upset about the way things have turned out. “I guess... I made a mistake? now that is no fun. I will need to head back to hell then...”

he stands up, but... he doesn’t look like he’s in a hurry. in fact, he looks as if he wishes for a reason to stay. something to keep him here...

“before you go,” yuuri says before he thinks twice about it. “thank you for saving me. I would have died if he succeeded, so whatever trouble you’re in because of that, I feel like I should help you. so if you, well, that is, there is little I can do, but if you need a place to stay or to lie low for a while--”

“really?” the man blinks, and then breaks out into a smile so dazzling that yuuri feels the urge to shield his eyes. “could I stay with you then? I’m in no hurry to return, honestly. it’s so... dreary down there, you know.”

“but won’t you be in trouble if you don’t, I don’t know, report this? at least?”

the man shrugs. “they probably already know. besides, I’m glad I did what I did. I’d rather serve you than that pile of--”

“you don’t even know me,” yuuri tells him, a little amused, but mostly just too surprised at the turn of events to be fearful.

“but I’d like to know you,” the man replies easily. as easily as he slides up to him. as easily as he takes yuuri’s hand again, and as easily as he wraps his arm around yuuri’s waist almost in a parody of a dancing stance. “I’d very much like to know you... all of you.”

blood rushes to yuuri’s cheeks like it never has before, but even though the night is dark, he’s sure that this man can see it. he’s standing so close that he must, and yuuri knows it when he takes in the smile on his lips: a quirked, playful little thing that brings even more heat to yuuri’s face.

“how can I make a decision like that if you refuse to answer any of my questions,” yuuri says, but his protest is a feeble one. he already knows that he will not be able to resist this man’s charms. not now, not ever, most likely.

“then ask again, and I shall give you whatever it is you wish for.”

the man brings yuuri’s hand to his lips again, but this time he chooses to rest a kiss on yuuri’s knuckles instead of his wrist. if possible, it seems even more intimate than before, and yuuri’s heart beats double inside his chest.

“your name first,” he asks, unable to lift his eyes from where the man holds his hand in a grasp that is far gentler than yuuri would imagine. “and, who are you?”

“victor,” the man breathes. “my name is victor. and I’m a hellhound who answers the call of a human soul ready for eternal damnation. but, for you, I will be whoever you wish me to be--”

yuuri shakes his head as he looks up, right into his eyes. “no. you are who you are, and you will be who you decide to be. I have no right to change that, or ask it of you.”

victor’s surprise is clear, surely he hasn’t expected this. something in yuuri softens at the sight and it’s that same something that chooses to rest his trust in this man -- in victor -- whom he only just met, but whom he feels like he was supposed to meet all along.

“I’m yuuri,” yuuri says, and smiles when victor’s eyes meet his again. “yuuri of the katsuki clan. and I’m a vessel of the the squid god of hasetsu bay. my soul has already been claimed, but, with what little of myself there is left, I am pleased to make your acquaintance, victor.”

“oh, I assure you, yuuri,” victor chirps, sweet and playful, “the pleasure is all mine.”

he kisses yuuri’s hand again, yet this time his lips linger on yuuri’s skin just a bit longer while silver eyelashes flutter as victor closes his eyes. he breathes in deep, which makes yuuri flush all over again.

he quickly realizes why victor has done it, though. he’s a hellhound. he must have been familiarizing himself with yuuri’s scent, so that he could recognize it among the many others. and yet, once he figures it out, yuuri’s blush doesn’t go away. it only deepens, and deepens still when victor peers up at him with a gaze that is far more smitten than yuuri could ever hope it to be.

“you... um,” he bites his tongue from how fast he wants to speak, and needs to look away as embarrassment churns in his throat. yet, looking away from victor is harder than anything he’d ever done, and yuuri soon finds himself glancing his way again. “you said,” he tries again, “you said that you’d like to stay here, yes? if you still do, then my parents have an inn not far from here. we all live there, so if you--”

“I’d be honoured,” victor confesses, voice and eyes soft.

and yuuri, as he leads him by the hand which victor refuses to let go of, cannot deny that his heart feels oddly soft as well.

he was meant to die this night, but instead he has found himself with this strange man, who makes him feel strange things, and strangest of all? he has found himself trusting him, caring for him, and... before the cherry blossoms sprout their petals as spring takes her first steps, he finds himself loving him -- a hellhound from hell, who appeared in his life bloody, and who made all the blood in yuuri’s body run that much faster.

a hellhoud, a man, who showed him that even without a soul life has enough to offer to live, to love, and to be loved.

the hellhound, the man, whom yuuri has given what little of his was left to give: his heart.

#yuri on ice #victuuri #viktuuri #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #victuri #vikturi #my fic #I'm struggling so bad with writing these days #it took me 3 days to write this #ugh #but I think I will be slowly trying to start writing again #even tho it's painful rn #yrdcyvfhbn #enjoy I guess?

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bill skarsgård. cismale. he/him.  ／  damon stenström just pulled up blasting real life by the weeknd— that song is so them! you know, for a twenty-seven year old ceo, i’ve heard they’re really -narcissistic, but that they make up for it by being so +savvy. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say a freshly-engraved solid gold desk plate, gaunt cheekbones and cold eyes, a tailor-fitted name brand suit worn only once. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble!

hello angels ! it me, lainie, coming @ u with another one of my babies about whomst u can find some backstory below and other such Necessary Info for plotting:

trigger warnings: death, suicide, murder mention, drug use

damon was born a first and only child in stockholm, sweden, to an extremely wealthy family, his father being the ceo of an internationally-successful energy supply company that had been taken over from his father. growing up, damon was always vaguely aware that he was supposed to be next in line when his father retired, but as a kid it never interested him much and not only was it rare to catch him asking his father questions about the business, it was more or less infrequent that they were caught spending time together at all. he was an independent and highly entitled child, soft only for his mother who spoiled him rotten.

he was 12 years old when the company expanded to north america and damon’s father decided to move them to manhattan. it was supposed to be the company’s new headquarters and on top of that, damon’s paternal uncle was already living there. and while his dad and his uncle got along decently well ( as far as anyone was aware, at least ), damon himself did not. it had always been bad blood ( the reason for which being damon’s birthright, though he didn’t figure this out until he was older ), but living in the same city now managed to exacerbate things. that on top of his tendency toward rebellion led to a highly unstable lifestyle. damon’s mother usually defended his adolescent outbursts and ceaselessly stood up for him even when it meant spending absurd amounts of money to cover up embarrassing stories from leaking to the press. damon spent his high school years partying, doing drugs, and finding his way from one bed to the next, and his family paid through the wallet.

suicide tw // it was at 19, however, that things changed. far sooner than he’d expected, his father pulled him aside one day to talk to him about the future of the company and damon’s role in it. distant they’d always been, but his father was adamant his son be the one to take over one day. it wasn’t this rare show of emotion, however, that won damon over–it was the idea of the alternative his father put in his head: namely, his uncle taking the reigns instead. the timing of all this certainly struck damon as odd but he couldn’t figure out why until a week later, when his father was found dead in his bedroom with a bullet in his head.

suicide tw // there was no note, and before damon could blink his uncle had pointed a convincing finger and he was being carted off to a cell on suspicion of murder. the fact that his father had just a week ago gotten him to decide he wanted to take over the family business didn’t look good, but after 72 hours he was released when it was officially ruled a suicide. there was no substantial evidence to make a case, yet that didn’t stop damon’s uncle from making his views on the subject perfectly clear. in spite of that and in spite of the public talk over whether or not he really had killed his father and gotten away with it now as head of the company, damon stepped into his position as ceo just before his 20th birthday.

he knew next to nothing and relied solely on his quick logic and ability to intimidate much older inferiors into taking him seriously to get through the first six months to a year, after which he truly began to settle into his job. behind the scenes he’s still prone to getting up to his rich kid bullshit, but he keeps a relatively squeaky clean image for the public.

he’s 27 now, so he’s been at it about 7 years and has a thoroughly tight grip on the reigns at this point. at least he thinks he does. there’s plenty of dirty dealings that keep the company running which hadn’t been in place when his father was in charge, but he’s successfully kept all of that a secret.

as far as his personality goes, he’s your typical detached, entitled trust fund baby handed the world on a silver platter as well as a job as ceo of a multinational company. he’s got a bit of a god complex but is more than capable of coming off as charming when he needs to be. has a little bit of a swedish accent, particularly when he’s worked up and yelling. uses and abuses his six foot five stature and resting death glare to get what he wants.

still wildly fucked up about his dad, but will not under any circumstances talk about it except to reiterate that he did not, in fact, kill him. is a 10000% mama’s boy but that’s……..not something he shows the public either yeugdhusjs

if he was FORCED to put a label on his sexuality it would be pansexual but he rly hates the idea of putting something like that in a box. he just........sleeps with whoever catches his eye BUT he’s also careful about not letting any of his Escapades become public so he’s also relatively choosy about it unless he’s whacked out of his mind on drugs

i literally edited this and it’s still a rambly mess but i’ll tell u what!!!!!!!! it is what it is and im washing my hands of this come hmu if u wanna plot or like this and i will appear in ur dms at some point !!! also plot ideas below

wanted connections

someone with whom he’s done DIRTY DEALINGS for his company!!!! could be someone else who runs a company or just someone who might have had something he needed (eg connections)

the above but with the added Spice of blackmail

one or two people he’s actually close with!!!! 

a pr relationship / any kind of pr stuff tbh he’s always trying to do things that’ll help his image given how shaky it’s always been bc of the way he started out

an ex or two who definitely ended on bad terms, either him breaking up with them bc he’s him and got bored or they broke up w him bc he’s......him ateyrgjdhsa

endless hookups and one night stands and endless possibilities for angst 

people he’s hardcore led on who probably despise him now

SOMEONE who’s like a little brother/sister to him??? that he’s very protective over and soft for and like....they’re one of the only people who can talk sense into him when he’s being Too Insane

please just all kinds of enemies he’s so Cold it’s so easy to hate him

uhhhHHHHH people who remember the scandal about his dad and think he’s guilty !!!

#excessintro #me? writing a coherent intro? its less likely than u think #smoking tw #for thee gif

[cloverlyanxious]

Schrodinger’s House: Chapter 1

Summary: All Dee wanted was to move out of his brother's apartment and find a place of his own. Things are rarely that simple. 

Pairing: None

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, I think that’s it but im willing to add more if you spot any.

Notes:  Welcome to the first installment of my Monster!AU  (that still needs a series name;;; ), which i’m dedicating to my buddy @sanderstribute. I literally couldn’t do it without em!

Dee was never one to believe that life was easy. Solutions to problems don’t conveniently drop into your lap, and answer don’t just magically pop out of thin air. You had to work hard for what you wanted, and put effort into solving your issues.

Which was easier said than done when you found yourself constantly evicted due to circumstances that were out of your control but, well, what can you do. Such is the curse of the gift of sight, Dee thought to himself as he clutched the iron nail in his pocket out of habit.

In all honesty, he never expected to come across something that would help him move out of his brother’s apartment when, out of nowhere, he was called upon to settle a dispute between some minor fae in the park nearby. He’d been more concerned about coming out of the meeting unscathed, all things considered (while the small fairies that lived in the flower bushes were more than a little enamoured with him, the Lesidhe that lay claim to that particular patch of woods was less than fond of humans as a whole…). That being said, his mind was far from the prospect of apartment hunting when something caught his eye, making him stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

The house exuded a quiet discomfort from its spot on the street, almost as if mocking the surrounding houses with its very existence. While the neighbouring homes were bright in color and encompassed by gardens of varying sizes, this one sat alone in a yard devoid of all life, plants seemingly withered and dead with no animals in sight. The house itself seemed to be saturated in shadows, though there were no trees or buildings around it capable of creating such a dark overcast. It almost looked like the very wood of the house itself was drenched in darkness, though you could faintly make out the muted blue of the original paint. The windows facing the street seemed to be caked with dust as nothing discernable could be seen of the inside, and the porch looked to be in desperate need of repairs. All in all, it was not a very pleasant house to look at, practically begging for people to ignore it and walk away.

Which is exactly what Dee would have done, had he not seen that the front door was wide open.

He eyed the place suspiciously, looking for any signs of trouble. As much as he’d like to believe that the neighbourhood was as peaceful as it seemed to appear, he wasn’t an idiot.

Well. As much of an idiot as his brother would lead you to believe.

Peering at the towering structure before him, he wondered what could possibly have led to it falling into such a state. Areas like this were sure to have a Home-Owners Association attached to them, and he knew from experience what a group of stuck up elitist troublemakers they could be (and that was putting it politely). He found it hard to believe that no one had done anything about the obvious eyesore this house create to its surroundings.

Before he realised he had even taken a step forward, Dee found himself making his way along the short stone path that lead to the front door. Stopping short of the possibly rotten porch step, he took a moment to glare down at his traitorous feet before raising his gaze to the darkness that lingered beyond the open doorway. This was ridiculous. A terrible idea, really. Going inside is exactly what the dim-witted protagonist of a horror movie would do before meeting a drawn out, torturous death. Clearly he was smarter than that.

He stepped up onto the porch.

Clearly not.

Resisting the urge to groan at his own stupidity, he finally gave up any semblance of doing the smart thing and warily entered the house. Silence greeted him like a old blanket; smothering as it wrapped around him and leaving his skin to itch. He immediately noticed that the interior was just as dark as the outside, little to no light coming into the rooms despite the tattered curtains by the windows being open and full of holes. The room he stood in, which he guessed was the living room judging from how large it was, was empty of any furniture or decorations.

Dee stepped onto the wood floors lightly, testing to see if they were sturdy and hopefully not rotten through. When the boards stayed firm and intact, he cautiously continued forward. He could feel the hair on his arms raise up as the weight of unseen eyes settled over him, but a quick look around proved that there was nothing to support his feeling of being watched. Overall it was unsettling, and Dee considered getting the heck out of there until he noticed what looked to be a fallen picture frame resting near the base of the stairs.

Walking over slowly, he leaned down and picked it up. He was surprised to see a photograph within the frame, colors almost leached out giving it a black and white appearance. Before his eyes was the house, back in what he assumed was its glory days, proudly seated in the background. A small man stood in front of it, pointed face looking forward but small eyes darted off to the side, shoulders almost hunched around his ears. Dee found himself comparing the man to a rat, and could easily imagine him scurrying from room to room in his too big shirt and stained pants. Looking over it again, he squinted when he realized that there appeared to be someone else in the photograph, partially visible from one of the upstairs windows. Frowning, he leaned his face closer to the frame. Maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him…?

Suddenly, the theme song to Steven Universe cut through the silence, startling Dee bad enough that he dropped the frame. He winced at the sound of breaking glass, but chose to side-step the mess he’d made as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it,” he answered automatically.

“If you say so,” the voice on the other end laughed out. “Though part of me is gonna be wondering what the heck you’ve been up to to need that response.”

Dee rolled his eyes. “That’s for me to know and you to never find out,” he drawled. “Now, what can I do for you, brother of mine?”

“What, can’t I just want to talk?”

“Yes, though from past experience calls like these usually mean you’ve forgotten to pick up something while you were out.”

Thomas was silent for a moment, and Dee could see him slumping his shoulders in his mind’s eye. “Yeah, okay you got me. I totally forgot to grab the milk and I really really need it if i wanna get this baking done tonight. Could you swing by the store on your way back? If it’s not too much trouble?”

“Well my schedule seems to be pretty filled for the moment, but I guess I can squeeze you in between defacing public property and reclaiming dominance of McKinnley Park,” Dee said leisurely as he made his way back to the front of the house.

“How generous of you,” Thomas replied dryly, before adding quickly, “Please don’t actually deface anything, please, my muffins will burn if i have to break you out of jail.”

“You ruin all my fun,” Dee groaned, stopping at the front door.

“That’s my job, bro.”

“If you insist.” Casting a quick glance to the darkened room behind him, Dee leaned against the door frame, feeling the dry wood press into his back. Without taking his eyes off the shadows, he hummed into the phone. “I’ll be back soon, then. I have to make a quick stop at the library before returning home.”

“Oh yeah, no problem! Just remember to shoot me a text when you start making your way back please!”

“Of course.” Saying a quick goodbye, he slipped his phone back into his pocket before turning to face the interior of the house once more. Gripping the edge of the door tightly with one hand, he gave another glare into the nothing, almost as if willing whatever was hiding inside to show itself. After a moment of nothing changing, Dee sighed to himself before walking backwards, all while pulling the door in front of him until it closed shut with a resounding click.

Shaking his head again, he finally turned his back on the house and made his way to the sidewalk. There was really no reason for him to be this invested in an decrepit abandoned house that probably had as many long forgotten ghosts as it did spiders in it. Especially when the abandoned bit suggested that there were probably a plethora of reasons as to why it would be a bad idea to move in. Even if something that terrible looking would probably not be that expensive to rent. Not to mention the building itself seemed to only need minor repairs and was, surprisingly, in not too bad of a condition as what he expected going in…..

“This entire day has been a bad idea, “ he groaned, rubbing at his temples to alleviate the headache he was giving himself from thinking such stupid, possibly dangerous, idiotic-

“Y’know, Sonny, all talking to yourself’s gonna do is make people think you’re as crazy as you actually are,” a voice rang out from behind a rosebush, almost succeeding in making the young man jump completely out of his skin.

Dee grimaced before peering behind an exceptionally fat rose to see a little old lady kneeling in the fresh dirt of the flower bed, gloved hands hard at work. “Duly noted,” he grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets before hesitating. “Have you lived here long?”

“Been here as long as my house has been standing, boy-o,” she replied cheerfully, wiping some sweat off of her forehead with one of her arms. “Couldn’t pay me to move away, worked too hard on these plants to give up on em now,”

“Right…” Gesturing to the dark house next to him, he added, “Then I’m sure you’d know all about the property next to you, yes? Could you tell me about the previous owners? Why they left, how long they’ve been gone..?”

The old lady looked up to where he was pointing, face scrunched up in a frown. Her eyes, small as they were, seemed to have trouble locating the building in question. “Oh… huh, y’know I’m not actually sure…?” She said slowly, an almost blank expression overcoming her features. “Kinda always forget that place is there… kinda dreary, y’know? Haven’t seen anyone in years, probably no one ever lived there, wouldn’t surprise me… i think…”

Looking back to the gardening tools in her hands, she blinked, before smiling suddenly up at him. “You looking to live around here, boy-o? Ain’t no houses for sale, but sure wouldn’t mind seeing a handsome fella like you around the block!”

Dumbfounded, Dee shook his head as he backed away slowly. “Not any time soon,” he said in parting, watching as the lady returned happily to her flowers without a second glance to the dark property next to her. Strange, Dee thought to himself. Positively strange.

The boy was certainly peculiar, there was no denying it. To have made it into his domain at all was a feat in and of itself. To do so with little to no power of his own? Practically unheard of. And yet there he had been, like a fish swimming through still water, disturbing the silt and the muck in his wake. Unaware of what lurked beneath the surface. No idea of the predator lusting for the taste of fresh prey…

It was foolish to entertain the thought of life making its way back into the house. Humans were silly, foolish things. Yet, watching the boy walk away, the stale air almost tasted of something long forgotten. A zest of intrigue. Possibly excitement. Would he forget having ever stepped foot so close to danger? Or would he be back, bringing with him that sweet gift of unpredictability so often missed?

As the boy disappeared from view, so did the shadow that lurked in the top floor window, blending back into the darkness within. All there was to do now was wait.

And waiting was something He has long since perfected.

#Clover Writes #Schrodingers House #Monster!AU #Sanders Sides #Thomas Sanders #Deceit Sanders #TS Deceit #sympathetic deceit #Lil Old Lady

[hircmi-blog]

╰ 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗭𝗔𝗞𝗜, 𝗖𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘, 𝗦𝗛𝗘/𝗛𝗘𝗥. hiromi 'mimi' nakamura. twenty-two. heiress/tattoo artist. her family is using her tattoo shop to launder money for a local cartel. glitter smudged underneath your eyes, trading whispers in a dark room, and biting into an apple just to realize it's rotten.

backstory ! (drugs tw)

originally hailing from tokyo, japan, the nakamura’s are legacies. coming from a long line of business men on her father’s side, they were old money even before hiromi’s father and uncle started what would eventually become a multi-billion dollar energy company. 

nakamura industries grew and grew faster than anyone could have predicted. not wanting to miss an opportunity, the nakamura’s packed up and made the move to los angles california exactly a year before hiromi was born. 

turns out they weren’t as prepared for the move as they thought /: one bad investment and the loss of a substantial amount of money later, hiromi’s uncle is the one who made the decision to get help from some more than shady business partners

in return for saving nakamura industries, these new business partners only had one condition: the nakamura’s would have to find a way to help launder money for their cartel. the task had seemed easy enough but as the years passed they only got deeper and deeper into criminal activity. there was a lot of secrecy surrounding the nakamura name because of this, as well as a lot of whispers from other people questioning their success, but nobody could prove anything illegal was going on

she’s the middle child! she has three older siblings ( two brothers and a sister ) and one younger brother. there was a lot of pressure for her older siblings, especially the boys, to take over the family business one day so their upbringing was a lot tougher than hiromi’s and her younger brother’s was. because of that there was a bit of a strain in their relationships, and hiromi was really only close to her younger brother growing up. 

all the nakamura siblings led very elusive lives. since they were all aware to some degree of their family’s involvement with the cartel, they all learned to keep people at a distance and not to talk about family with anyone which kind of translated into making it hard for hiromi and her siblings to really make what felt like real friends ):

not to make her a cliche middle child but....she really was ignored ??? for the most part like her parents loved her and stuff but it was obvious where their priorities and where their attention went. when she was little it made her sad but the more she grew up she kinda just accepted it as the way things were and just used the fact that they weren’t breathing down her neck 24/7 to her advantage

which is why she got really good at finding that validation and attention she wasn’t getting from her parents elsewhere as she grew up (whoring around), and got even better at talking herself out of trouble. turns out she had a talent for words, for knowing when to drop her last name, and knowing when to shut up and bat her eyes. being reckless like this was her own secret rush. she knew it would be dangerous for herself and her family if she ever got into any real trouble, but the possibility of it was so addictive she really couldn’t stop. 

what started out as simply partying turned into a full blown addiction. she was out clubbing almost every night, close with just about every bouncer in beverly hills, always going wild but she made sure to keep her stunts within the four walls of the clubs she frequented. at home she was back to being careful, but when she was alone away from her family she could be whoever she wanted

becoming a tattoo artist had always been something hiromi had wanted to do, so when her parents said for her 20th birthday they’d buy her her own shop, she didn’t turn their offer down. turns out their intentions had little to do with making her dreams come true and everything to do with the fact that they needed another business where they could launder money through. her tattoo shop would become one of many businesses the nakamura’s owned or co owned (some others being a hotel, a strip club, a restaurant and even a hair salon) purely to keep their promise to the cartel 

not wanting the fact that she had her own shop to be completely spoiled, hiromi agreed to let her parents launder money so long as she herself didn’t have to be directly involved. they agreed and she went on pretending like nothing was going own although the thought is always at the back of her head

she managed to build up a good rep for herself though thanks to social media!! being in beverley hills her clientele naturally ended up being a good mix between everyday people, social media influencers, models, and even a couple of actual known celebrities o: now that she has her own actual business she’s tried to keep her wild side in check, but temptation is everywhere!

personality + tidbits !

she goes by mimi, never hiromi. sometimes people call her hiro or romi, but mimi is definitely the most popular of all her nicknames and what she uses for all her social media. 

she’s kind of hard to get to know /: not in the sense that she’s purposely cold or rude, but she can come across as intimidating or detached a lot because it takes her a while to open up to people. even with those closest to her she still struggles, often keeping a lot of personal stuff to herself in a way that gets frustrating when people who care about her see her upset but refusing to open up about it. shes the type of person you can know for years only to realize you barely know anything about her

when she’s partying with you, though, that’s the easiest way to become her friend!!! another reason why she likes to abuse things like party drugs and alcohol as often as she does is because they make her feel a lot more open and receptive to making real connections

she has a bad habit of seeking validation from others, which mostly manifests as her being overly sexually promiscuous to the point where shes kinda dependent on being desired as a way of feeling good about herself </3

not a very good influence.....like....at all DWJDJWDJW will 100% be the person egging you on in situations where she should really be doing the opposite.

she’s just generally....ambiguous with her morals because of the way she grew up. being as impulsive as she is, she can come off as selfish sometimes just because stopping and considering the consequences of her actions isnt something she usually does

but she tries for those she’s closest to! she values her friendships a lot more than she probably lets on. vulnerability isn’t her strong suit at all but shes working on it /: 

shes also the worst at keeping plans or showing up to things on time like JSBJDWBJDW this bitch is always disappearing if you want her to show up to anything you better drive her there yourself 

she loooooves tattooing her pals she’s always trying to sweet talk people into getting more tats! if you know her though you know you better not be getting your tats elsewhere or shes gonna be big mad 

deadass the type to be like no i dont hold grudges (: but then subconsciously hold that resentment in and lash out even though she said she’s over something.....shes a scorpio JSBDWJBDJWBJDWBDJW 

she has a habit of buying friends ridiculously expensive things even the most mundane gifts (like a bottle of wine) always end up costing a ridiculous amount of money and its never on purpose she just gravitates towards the finer things in life and she doesnt even realize

this shit is so long ive been doing this for hours JSBJDWBDJWBDJW i hate intros bc my charas always change once i start writing and rping but thats fine now we all have a base <3333

sum connection ideas

sexy plots period. exes, fwb, ex fwb, enemies with benefits, whatever ! whore rights !

angsty plots period...ex friendships </3 enemies </3 everything i listed above ...

sad plots period! unrequited love mayahps ? idk man im just spitting words

some cute ones too though we love balance.....give me best friends 🥺 maybe someone who can be a good influence on her....some cute crush shit....sibling like friendships <3333

ppl she tattoos, a roomie?, ppl she goes clubbing with, maybe someone she used to go clubbing with but stopped bc one night they were out something bad happened o:, idk what else i really tried JSDBWBDJWBDJWBDJWBDJW

#tags tba #god finally...

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ᴍᴜɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ  :  Noun ☾ ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ  :  discord and IM’s. Mutuals can ask for my discord any time, and my IM’s are always open to people!

ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ, ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ?  Noyabrina Beriyeva Olegovna is a Representative, the official name that refers to a species of physical manifestations of large pieces of land. Nonna is known as the Arctic Port City of Murmansk. At one hundred and three years old, she’s very, very young in comparison to other members of her species, and is therefore seen as the baby amongst her kind, much to her annoyance. 

Murmansk was originally built for WW1, and became Russia’s main link to the Western world, shipping supplies such as weaponry to and fro via the City’s railways and port. Due to being built for war and during wartime, Noyabrina (Nonna) had a short childhood, quite literally. She grew to ten years old in the span of four years, and though her growth slowed down after that, her height never really caught up to her. Nowadays, Nonna stands at 5′2″, though she should’ve been at around 5′6″ 5′7″.

Currently, Nonna lives in the Murmansk Memorial Lighthouse, and spends most of her time at her job as a construction worker, indulging in large books, pining for her boyfriend, and spoiling her corgi Udacha rotten. She has a fair amount of demons and skeletons in her closet - especially regarding her temper - but now dedicates a lot of effort into being the best that she can be. Though, of course, it isn’t a walk in the park all the time.

ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ ᴏғ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ.  Nonna enjoys a slow and easy life, but the majority of her interests lie within her job. Nonna took on an engineering apprenticeship during the 60′s, and has worked in that general field ever since. She tends to do whatever jobs need to be done, be it construction, risk assessments, engineering work, she’ll be sure to get it done quickly. 

Nonna also has a rather unhealthy interest in the so-called supernatural, her curiosity was first piqued after learning about the three ghosts that haunt her lighthouse, but since then she has gone so far as to invest in a copy of the Lemegeton, something that has gotten her into trouble quite a few times.

Other than that, she finds joy and interest in the simple things in life, spending time with her friends and her boyfriend, going out for drinks and curating the museums that make up half of her home in her spare time.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟ��.  Mostly she’s been drinking and crying over Eurovision, or drinking to get over crying about Eurovision, or crying and then drinking to stop herself from crying. Other than that, her job keeps her busy and her friend Mister Melbourne has been taking up a little of her time as she tries to see him through his ‘recovery’ if you like. All she’s doing, really, is waiting for her boyfriend Lucas to come home from America, where he’s been for quite a while now.

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.  Nonna tends not to leave Murmansk all that often, partly due to the horrid Pulling Pains she sometimes gets when separated from her land, so if you were to find her, she’d be at work, or in her lighthouse. However, if you feel especially chatty, just ask the locals, Nonna puts a lot of trust in her human citizens, perhaps too much trust, so much so that they all know who and what she is.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ.  Idk if this is IC or OOC, but I’m going to assume it’s OOC. Right now, I’m hoping to improve my blog a little more, update some information pages, and hopefully get an actual biography for Olgá - my second muse - up and running. Other than that, I definitely aim to make more of these lore posts (check them out if you wanna!) because I really enjoy making them, I just simply haven’t had the time as of late.

ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.  Desired interactions are just more than I have at the moment! I’ve been busy busy busy with university until quite recently - hell I’m still kinda busy - so I’m keen to start boosting my roleplay activity up again.

ᴏғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.  Any and everything! Really, just hit me up!

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ.  I don’t have any open currently, I did have a few open for the Eurovision semi-finals, but I think they were all answered. Rest assured I will make more when I have the energy! I’m pretty burned out right now.

ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ?  I just wanna say that I am grateful for all interactions, and for everyone new who approaches me and talks to me, and if we’ve met before and have had some disagreements in the past, I hope we can talk stuff over and move on, or at least get some closure if that’s at all possible.

ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ  :  I actually stole it from @gebeleixis

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ  :  The dash!

#Tag. You're it. Tag tag you're it. (Tag memes.) #ooc #alcohol mention

[the-rxven-king]

How are you holding up? I know the Arcana was important to you and you seem to have been into it for quite a while

honestly??? im actually like... in tears rn, to be honest, and if you dont want to read all the rambly shit under the cut im putting here:

tl;dr: the past 2-3 months have been my personal mental and emotional hell, especially the past 3 days and most specifically today, and the arcana has always been a constant positive in these times. now this happened, and i am absolutely shocked, disgusted, betrayed, and flabbergasted, and i dont know what to do. im really upset.

i thank you so much for your concern tho its honestly and truly really touching and i appreciate you a lot i really really do

i cannot tell you how shitty these past 2-3 months have been for me. i cannot explain the mental hurt ive been going through, the emotional strain, the completely and utter feeling of loneliness and hurt that has been plaguing me for these past 2-3 months.

and i cannot explain how much the arcana had helped me in that. it made me push past my anxiety and make a discord to meet people and try and make new friends. to try and get better. to try and be a happier person, to try and get past it, to stop wallowing in my own sorrow and self loathing. 

i cannot explain how rough the past 3 days, especially, have been on me. i have a project in animation that im having trouble with, because of what happened in that 2-3 month time span, and i only have a month to get it done when i dont even know exactly what ill be doing yet cause all my plans got fucked over. my older sister got sick just as my parents left for vacation, leaving me as the oldest capable person in the household to take care of both my older and younger sibling (who is 8 and still acts like shes 2 sometimes). we have another adult helping, but i feel responsible for them. theyre coming home tonight, but my older sister spiked over 104 in temperature on friday and had to go to the uc for a check up and to get medice and she dropped within the hour, but thats still scary. just today, when i was making posts about my ryders, my little sister spiked over 105. she panicked, i panicked, we cooled her down, made sure she took medicine as often as healthy for her age and weight, and shes actually since dropped to a solid 98.4 or something close to that. but again, as the only healthy, capable person in the house at the time (the adult watching us had left for work, but my older sister and i are old enough to take care of our little sister on our own and do it pretty much every day) i just fuckin broke down

it felt like i hadnt done enough. i felt like i hadnt been with them enough. i felt like it was my fault she spiked, because i hadnt kept a close enough eye on her. i hadnt checked on her enough. i hadnt done enough, somehow. i wasnt responsible enough. i wasnt enough. ive never felt like enough, but this was just the cherry on top of a rotten sunday

and now this shit??? now this shit is here, and one of the only things i could have possibly looked forward to on a shit day just got fucked over. i have never been more upset and disgusted and betrayed in my life honestly and ill look back on this when im in a better place and know that while justified i shouldnt have been upset on this scale, because its probably just the stress and hurt of this long period of garbage ive had going on finally coming to a peak, and quite frankly, im not sure im ever gonna be able to get down off of it at this point

i dont know what to do. i know im not giving up my apprentices. like hell im doing that. but im... not sure what to do. its all i have right now. the only positive. the only thing i could honestly and 100% say im looking forward to in a day. and now theres this, and theres whats happening with elle too even tho what dana is doing is far overshadowing it, and i cant wrap my head around it. 

everything positive in my life seems to be going to shit. theres no positives anymore. theres only some sort of fuckin hell that im not allowed a break from. its so fuckin hard for me right now. im not doing great. its not just the arcana, but you bet your ass that this bull-fuckin-shit has really really really fucked me up. im so messed up right now that i cant even think of what to do with myself right now. theres nothing i can do about this, and with the way shit has been reacted to within the fandom and stuff, i dont think anything will get better

im grasping at tiny, minescule loose threads tho, hoping something will be done so that i dont have to lose the last thing i fuckin had. i dont want to let go of this. not this too. i dont know if i can do that. im watching and waiting, and if i have to, i will drop it like its hot when its not, but fuck i really dont want to. i cant do that not now.

#the raven king speaks #negative// #this is really negative im so sorry #its also really really long #i ranted... a lot... and im sorry... #i just feel really lost and upset and really broken right now #i dont know what my life has come to at this point and i have no one to go to about it #its hell. its garbage. its shit. #Anonymous

[bornstag]

was that JAMES POTTER? i heard the SEVENTH year GRYFFINDOR is siding with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. not surprising, seeing as how they’re a PUREBLOOD. HE can be pretty ARROGANT and RECKLESS, but they’re also known to be BRIGHT and LOYAL. some people call them the CONNARD.

what’s up!! me again !! my name’s lizzie, i’m twenty and i’m a tired college student from sweden. i’m super excited to write with everyone here !! please hmu on discord or my IMs if u wanna plot with any of my trash children. ♥

BACKGROUND

James was born to Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, two wealthy pureblood wizards who had given up hope on ever conceiving a child. Thus, James grew up spoiled rotten, and was always considered a wonderful miracle by his parents. Boy could basically do no wrong.

Both of his parents are still alive ( they will pass away after he graduates from Hogwarts ).

Euphemia is a homemaker and children books author, while Fleamont is a potioneer.

His childhood was lovely, albeit somewhat lonely. He is an only child and did not have a lot of friends when he was little -- the Potters lived on the countryside, and there weren’t a lot of kids around.

Which makes James want a big family. He wants at least three children. Possibly more.

He’s from the coast of England, close to Norfolk.

He grew up playing Quidditch in the backyard ( first time flying was when he was three years old ), and getting up to other mischief around the house. His aging parents had a hard time keeping up with him and all his tricks and pranks.

His parents never saw his pranks as anything but sweet though, and are admittedly a little naive / blinded by love when it comes to James. For example, his father gave him the invisibility cloak as a gift for his thirteenth birthday, not knowing what trouble James would get into when using it.

HOGWARTS YEARS

The hat barely had to touch James’ head to sort him into Gryffindor -- something he’s quite proud of.

Everything seemed to fall into place for James pretty fast at Hogwarts? He made friends, became popular around the school, got good grades... Though this didn’t stop him from constantly stirring up trouble, so while technically a good student... He has a reputation among the teachers.

During his second year, he made the Quidditch team, and now plays as chaser. The Gryffindor team is his pride and joy, and he knows that he’s good. Which makes him pretty much insufferable.

The Marauders are basically his brothers? He’d die for any of them, any day of the week. James is loyal to a fault and trusts his friends more than anything. 

Fell hard for Lily Evans during the end of his fourth year at the school and has basically pined after her ever since.

He’s out there... always trying to impress her... making a damn fool out of himself....

Doesn’t take his responsibilities as head boy as seriously as Lily does, but doesn’t neglect them either. Usually.

His electives are as following: care of magical creatures, alchemy and muggle studies.

Probably joined the potions club because of Lily.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

He is in the dueling club and he’s really into it? He’s not hexing people for fun anymore, but in the club, he can still show off his skills which is a major mood for James. 

Became an animagus (stag) during his fifth year and is currently unregistered.

Hangs out in the room of requirements a lot? Probably way too much.

AS A PERSON

James is kind of a jerk.... but he used to be more of a jerk. He was at his worst when he was between 13 and 15, but has since then mellowed out a bit. His massive ego has deflated as he has matured over the years sOooOOooo he’s less of an asshole.

His heart is made of gold though? He’s just a chaotic good... trying his best...

He’s a lot more sensitive now than when he was younger too so that helps.

He’s kinda known for always trying to play serious things off as a joke? James can never remain serious for long.

Can’t seem to stay out of trouble either but that’s a given since he’s 1. James 2. a marauder.

Hates the dark arts, and cannot stand pureblood elitists. Will fight them 10/10 any day.

Okay so James is a total attention hog and loves being the center of attention? He’s always showing off or playing some dumb trick to get people to laugh.

James takes a lot of dumb risks? All the fucking time? For fun.

He used to be a bully, but luckily outgrew that during his sixth year at the school. There are no more school yard hexes inflicted by one Mr Potter, so that’s nice. 

STYLE ( FASHION / APPEARANCE )

James has hazel eyes that shift between dark and light brown depending on the light. He has tan skin, freckles and looks traditionally handsome. He wears a pair of black glasses ( that are square, rather than round ). His hair is as unruly as Harry’s, and sticks up in the back. James is in the habit of trying to make it look like he just jumped off his broom stick ( for # the aesthetic ), so he often drags his hand through it, messing it up further.

When it comes to muggle clothes, James’ fashion sense is sporadic to say the least, and he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. He likes plaid shirts and shirts with questionable patterns, and has been told on more than one occasion that he dresses like a dad.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Leo DiCaprio in Romeo and Juliet is a major inspiration for James’ style.

( VERY FEW & SHITTY ) CONNECTIONS 

exes !!

001. someone he dated (seriously) during his fifth year, when he was trying to make lily jealous.

002. someone he actually ended up kinda developing feelings for during his fourth year but it fizzled out.

003. james was a bit of a player during his sixth year, so some brief “romances” ( one night stands probably ) would make sense for that period?

literally all the exes pls and thanks

slytherin pal !!

someone from slytherin that james really gets along with? an unlikely friendship, one might say,

quidditch rivals

someone from an opposing team that he can talk smack with basically

quidditch pals

listen, james loves professional quidditch and follows it closely sO someone ( a fellow nerd ) who will go with him to games and such would be Nice™? 

team mates

any and all team mates would be lit? my boy eats, sleeps and breaths quidditch so he’d bug these people a lot basically

enemies

hello give me someone who absolutely hates his guts that he can bicker / fight with,

former friends

maybe someone he had a falling out with? 

or maybe someone who’s a death eater now and they’re on opposing sides but they used to be really good friends?

#casusintro #this.... kinda went downhill bUT im excited still !! #come plot with my boy ♥

[randomfandomz]

Apocalypse Sanders- Chapter 1

!!!WARNING!!!

This is VERY angsty, and includes heavy gore and violence, with heavy mentions of abuse. Please stay safe all!!! If there is a trigger I didnt mention, please please please tell me and I'll include a warning in this and all other posts I make about this story with such a trigger included! And if you cannot read it due to a trigger, I will be happy to give you a summary! This is probably gonna be the most violent chapter, and there is much fluff ahead!

"Get down." It was Logan.

"Why should I, calculator nerd?!" Roman said with a sly smirk.

"Because if you dont I'm telling Patton."

"Oh, so scary! I'm shaking in my boots!" The ten-year-old Roman retorted without missing a beat. Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Foolish child." Logan grabbed Roman and set him back down on the ground. Roman kicked him in protest, but it did next to nothing. "You're not even wearing boots!

Roman decided not to correct Logan.

"It was a metaphor, Lo." That's what Virgil was for; an emo 12 year old that was never found without an old black and purple hoodie that he always wore even before the apocalypse. Logan was about to respond, but found that Roman had already reached the top of the staircase again, hanging off the side of it, like the scene from 'Titanic'.

"Lo, please get Roman down from there..." Patton had arrived.

"Will do." Logan responded, and Roman pouted.

"TRUE WARIORS NEVER GIVE UP!!!" Roman yelled. He was met with various shushing from the rest of the occupants of the room.

"Your quest is over with, Ro. And stay quiet, you'll attract the creatures outside." Patton scolded lightly. Roman decided to listen to Patton, having seen the terrified expressions on the other's faces at his yell.

Patton adjusted his radio, hoping for a response today. The radio was oldish and didnt work the best, but it had good distance and he hoped that if there were any other survivors, he could contact them.

BANG BANG BANG

The sound of desprate knocking on the door caused the room's occupants to immediately look up from what they were doing to look at the door. The terrified child tried to tear himself away from his mother's grip, but was unable. She whispered to the child angrily, and he shut his mouth.

"PLEASE LET ME IN PLEASE THEYRE AFTER ME HELP—" The voice of a young woman practically screamed through the door. The child watched as his father grabbed a shovel from the table and opened the door. The woman ran through the doorway, a single zombie chasing after her.

Crack! The creature's head was smashed. The now headless zombie reached for the child's father. Crunch! Sqish! A few more hits to its rotten flesh did the trick. Another scream came from behind his father. The woman—he couldnt exactly see her face due to the tears spilling from his eyes down his own cheeks.

One of the monsters had followed her inside.

The woman picked up a vase, throwing it at the zombie. It was knocked off its feet, but got up once again. It lurched towards her, biting into her shoulder greedily. She screamed as the creature tore through her flesh with the eagerness of a child getting presents on Christmas. The child's mother dug her nails into his shoulders nervously. Against her motherly insincts, she used her child as a sort of sheild, standing back and pushing him to the front, giving him front row seats to the whole scene. The child's father stood back, knowing there was no saving her now. She screamed bloody murder as her flesh was eaten right off her living body. His father came to his senses and whacked the creature in the head with the shovel. A few more hits and it had stopped moving. He then crushed the woman's head, ending her life, as now that she had been bitten, there was no saving her... But the monster had done so much more than just bite her. The two corpses laid in the livingroom, bringing a terrifying silence. The brutally gorey image would haunt the child for years to come.

Patton and the kiddos looked for new shelter after a few days of staying in the previous house. Patton approaches the door, which had bloody scratch marks, most likely from zombies attempting to get inside the house.

~~~

"Are you okay ××××?" His father asked his wife. The child tuned out the conversation, reflecting on the events that had just occured. He felt sick and terrified. Tears continuously streamed from his eyes and he was shaking furiously. A loud scream awakened him from the trance. He looked up just in time to see his father being bitten by the creature. His neck had snapped and he was dead before he could scream. No, the scream he had heard was from his mother. He felt himself being pushed forward as his mother cowered in fear.

"Mommy's gonna run away now, okay? She's going to... go get help! Can you be a big boy and stop the monster for me sweetie? Make sure he doesnt get to mommy, okay!?" She said it as if she were merely asking him to do a chore or something of the like. As if she wasnt asking her young child to fight off a bloodthirsty monster while she got away. The child froze in fear as the zombie ran forward, and the child ran around it. The zombie grabbed the child, pulling him towards it by the head. The creature's grip however was not very strong, and the child was able to break free. The left side of his face felt like it had been ripped off, but, leaving a bloody trail, he was able run past his screaming mother into the hallway.

"YOU UNGREATFUL BRAT! YOU DIDNT KEEP THE MONSTER AWAY FROM MOMMY! OH MY GOD IM GOING TO DIE AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!" The zombie, hearing the woman's screams came towards her instead, deciding to take the easier option to get its meal. The child ran to the basement, hearing his mother's screams grow quiet, but not dead, but the zombie must have ripped her vocal chords in some way, as her screams were no more and sounds of desprate struggling could be heard. He caught a single glance of the gruesome scene before closing the heavy basement door. It was almost too heavy for him to lift, but he managed to close it shut.

The child stayed there for what felt like hours, days even, though there was no way for him to tell exactly how long it had been.

When Patton had first laid eyes upon the scene before him, he had second thoughts about using this apartment as a living space. The door was left open and he wasnt sure if what had killed these people were still there or not. But, as the sun had began to go down and it would surley be dark in an hour or two, he decided to quickly clear the bodies, and after a breif but thorough look around the house to make sure it was safe and livable, have the group move in for the time being.

Logan occupied the children with activities and conversations(so they wouldnt see the gorey mess) right outside the building.

There were four bodies. The man at the door was the heaviest and the one Patton had the most trouble moving. All the bodies were a bloody mess; the corpses of the man and two women were eaten alive, but not in entirety. The final body seemed to have been dead for longer than the others, and had possibly had a hand in one of the three other's deaths before it's mealtime was cut short. It looked more like an undead creature than a dead human being.

After a long while of cleaning the bodies and searching the halls for possible dangers, he finally let the children into the house. There was of course still blood and such, but it was nothing the children hadnt seen before. No bodies though. Before long, Virgil was sitting on the couch, Logan was accompanying Roman on a "quest" to find new supplies(he was hoping for a crayon box, as he had ran out of crayons that worked well enough to draw with; they were reduced to mere stubs), and Patton was gathering and rationing any scraps of food they had managed to find.

Roman was just begining to loose hope of finding anything, when he saw the door to the basement. It was closed shut, but with some force it opened, its hinges weak from excessive misuse, and rusted by the passage of time. Logan, seeing a bloody trail leading to it, was about to stop Roman, but the child had already started walking inside.

"Roman! Get back here!" Logan rose his voice, but dared not yell. Patton and Virgil were able to hear this still, and Patton came to see what was going on.

"Catch me~!" Roman spoke playfully. He ran a few feet, but after a bit stopped dead in his tracks.

"Roman, get back here now!" Patton's worried tone reached his ears. Roman simply stared at something, a space between dark objects that couldnt be identified with the room's dark lighting; Or rather, it's lack thereof.

"There's another kid down here!" Roman said innocently. Patton and Logan shared surprised looks. "Hi, what's your name?" Roman asked a shadow. Thinking the poor child had stumbled upon a corpse, Patton called Roman once again. It was only when a stifled sob escaped the shadowy figure's mouth that Patton decided to see what—or who—Roman was talking to.

When the child stepped into the light, it was a rather heartbreaking sight to see. A little boy, it seemed, covered gead to toe in bruises and wounds, the most noticeable of which covered the entire left side of his face, dried blood caking his hair, clothes, and skin. Daek circles and bloodshot eyes showed nights of restlessness and sleep depravity, tear marks almost looking like a longways rash or scratch down his face. He looked almost like one of the walking corpses himself, and it was a wonder he survived so long. His knees shook with the effort it took to stand, and Patton leapt down the stairs to catch the collapsing child before he almost took a wuite possibly fatal blow to the head upon collision with the wooden floor.

"Who the actual fuck is that?!" Virgil exclaimed, seeing the near-dead child that Patton was now cradling in his arms. He couldnt be more than seven or eight years old. Patton was preoccupied with cradling the child while trying to examine the wounds so he could fogure out how to help him properly.

"Virgil!" Logan snapped in a low voice. "Language!"

Virgil gave Logan a mocking smirk, but the issue was ignored after a few minutes of hushed bickering and a bit of explaining, as the child now laying on the couch while Patton tended to his wounds opened an eye, and Patton shushed them.

"Heya kiddo.. Dont worry, everything's going to be alright now." The child gave a panicked look, and kicked his legs weakly to try to escape what he thought to be a threatening situation. "Youre safe, I'm fixing you up right now. Can you just stay calm for me and tell me... tell me anything? We need to keep you awake to make sure you're alright. Can you do that for me?" The child nodded slightly, barely noticeable if not for the extreme attention the child was receiving from Patton. "What's your name kiddo..? Can you tell me your name..?" Patton asked the child hesitantly. After a few long moments, the child responded:

"Dee.... I am Dee..."

[meg-a-million-whats]

hey, are u taking supercorp prompts?? If you are, please write this one: kara and lena being comfortable of being barely naked around each other and touching and all of this start because lena stay a night on kara's place and kara is not used to use pants for sleep and they cuddle to sleep... like a pre-relationship fluff when everyone thinks they're dating because of the way they act around each other but they aren't (yet) it got a little confused im sorry lol

Note: Anon, I took some liberties with the prompt. Hope that’s alright.

[ao3] [prompt me]

The problem, in retrospect, was that Kara asked Alex whether this was something straight human girls did on the regular, and Alex swore up and down that it was, and that Kara had nothing to be wary of. Though it was Kara’s fault really, since Alex had proceeded to back up her claim by citing Animal House and Glee, and Kara, who unlike Alex had seen neither in her turbulent teenage years, took Alex’s expertise at face value.

The Situation itself began a couple months after the whole Rhea and Mon-El mess and followed hot at the heels of the Revealing Herself as Supergirl to Lena mess, which had resulted in a lot of shocked gasps and wide-eyed stares of hurt on Lena’s part that left Kara feeling kind of rotten on the inside. There were a lot of texts exchanged with emoji-less one-line replies, a lot of special flowers deliveries from Supergirl across the National City skyline, and a lot of sustainable organic vegan kale chocolates that mysteriously appeared at Lena’s doorsteps early weekend mornings. When Lena was finally ready to forgive her, they had dinner at Kara’s that ended with both of them drunk on different drinks and ranting agreeably at each other about men, mothers, and aliens.

What happened next was a bit of a blur to Kara, but this was Kara deduced:

Kara was not used to wearing pants to sleep, which meant she must have shucked them off at some point in the night out of discomfort—which was how they ended up over her lamp.

Lena must have felt the same, and done the same thing, which was why her dress hung over Kara’s dresser.

She and Lena had always been very tactile with each other, so of course they were also tactile with each other on Kara’s bed, drunk. Which would explain the cuddling.

Also,

There was no reason, no reason at all James and Winn had to barge into her bedroom in the morning like that.

“You weren’t answering your phone!” was James’s excuse over the phone ten minutes after he and Winn skedaddled out of her apartment at the sight of Kara and L-Corp’s CEO tangled together, mostly naked, in Kara’s bed. “We thought you were—I don’t know. We were supposed to go over that presentation of the effects of lead atmosphere on plant life at the DEO, and you weren’t there—”

“Did you really sleep with Lena Luthor?” was Winn’s question. He sounded a bit awed.

“No,” Kara said, glancing at Lena, who was shifting beneath the covers. “We were drunk, alright? I couldn’t fly; she couldn’t drive. So she stayed over. That’s it.”

“Well,” James said. “As long as you’re safe. Just get everything tidied up on your end and come over. We’ll tell J’onn that you were… otherwise occupied.”

Kara groaned. “Do you really have to phrase it that way?”

Lena woke a few minutes later, silently, in small moments: twitching, blinking her eyes open, then tilting her head to look up at Kara. When she smiled, that too was a small thing, but Kara felt the warmth of it spreading through her entire body like a yellow sun.

“Hey,” Lena said.

“How’d you feel?” Kara asked.

“Like I’ve been wrung dry,” Lena said, wry.

Kara laughed. “You know, that alien stuff really was potent. I can’t remember anything after laughing at your Alaskan penguin story.”

Lena, who had been stretching luxuriously beneath the morning sunlight, baring her smooth skin to the room—paused, again in the slightest movement. She asked, “Nothing at all?”

“No,” Kara said. She glanced at Lena. “I mean—did I—”

“No,” Lena said, and she sounded reassuring, so Kara believed her. She was looking for something on the ground. “No. You were definitely adorable while drunk, but—no.”

“Looking for this?” Kara said, handing her the dress.

“Yes,” Lena said, laughing softly at herself. “Thank you.”

When Lena was leaving the apartment, Kara slid her hand into Lena’s and said, “You know, last night was really fun. We should do it again. With maybe less—substances.”

Lena searched Kara’s eyes, then nodded. “Let’s. I’m glad we made up. I’ve missed you, these past few weeks.”

“Me too,” Kara said, breathless with happiness.

So it got to be a bit of a tradition, afterwards.

It was great to be able to hang out more often with Lena. They never got to see each other enough over the past year, and the sleepovers became their own little dates apart from their other friends. And Kara liked the sleepover aspects of it too. She liked watching horrible Netflix documentaries with Lena late into the night. She liked falling asleep with Lena by her side, because Lena was soft and warm and smelled nice. And she liked Lena being the first thing she saw when she woke up. She liked making breakfast with Lena—or for her, when Lena slept in after a long day at work.

When she told Winn and James this at Noonan’s one day, they looked at each other, then back at her.

“Kara—” James began, sliding his glass away.

“We think you like Lena Luthor,” Winn said. “In a I-want-to-make-babies-with-her sort of way.”

“What?” Kara said.

James shot Winn a glare. “In a romantic sort of way,” James corrected.

Winn waved his hand dismissively.

“It’s not like that,” Kara said. She fidgeted with her glasses to force herself to calm down. “It’s just— Look, neither of us had a lot of girl friends growing up, okay? So we both missed out on a lot of the—silly teen stuff, you know. Sleepovers. Pillow fights. Gossiping. Braiding each other’s hair.”

Winn looked at Kara’s elaborate fishtail braid and nodded, impressed.

“If we’re closer to each other than other people are, it’s just because we both don’t know how other girls behave,” Kara said.

“And that’s fine,” James said. “And I mean, obviously, you think of yourself as—” He paused delicately.

“Straight,” Winn supplied.

James’s lips twitched unhappily, but he continued, “And this would be a big change in that—perspective. And that can be terrifying. But you have to know that the people around you will be supportive. Me and Winn—obviously. Your sister—that goes without saying. J’onn—has more or less gone on with the assumption that you and Lena are dating—”

“What?” Kara said.

“Well, after the day Winn and I saw you together—with Lena— We didn’t mention Lena by name, of course, but you’ve talked about her so often that he… filled in the blanks.”

“Dude, it’s fine, let me,” Winn said, when Kara made more indignant sputtering noises. James raised his hands to yield the floor. Winn turned to Kara. “So you know how we, like, both at a thing for you at around the same time a couple years ago and then both got over it and now are friends?”

“Oh god,” James was saying.

“Yeah?” Kara said faintly.

“Thankfully, because of that, we’ve actually both discovered a very simple way to test whether two people are, like you said, ‘just friends.’ Are you ready for it?”

Kara looked at James. “Should I be scared?”

“Probably.”

“What it’s called,” Winn pressed on, “is the ‘Would I Be Ridiculously Happy If She Were My Girlfriend’ Test.”

Later that week, Kara whipped out the test after she and Lena returned from watching the latest Melissa McCarthy comedy. They were in Lena’s apartment this time.

The test is simple, Winn had said. At every possible moment you’re with her, ask yourself the question: Would I be ridiculously happy if she were my girlfriend?

So when they were on Lena’s sofa discussing a topic at least four times removed from the movie, Kara popped herself the question, and boom—she suddenly had a vision of herself, cupping Lena’s face and stealing a kiss.

When Lena reached into her top cupboard to retrieve a mug, Kara asked herself the question, and boom—she was imagining herself lifting Lena up, as easily as one would a feather, kissing Lena when Lena turned back and giggled.

When Lena said, “I’m going to shower before I head to bed,” Kara saw herself stepping into the shower with Lena, and Lena laughing as she pulled her in.

When Lena came of the shower with only a towel wrapped around her torso, Kara saw herself smoothing back Lena’s hair and pressing her forehead against Lena’s.

When Lena briefly dropped her towel to pull on her underwear, Kara thought her head was going to explode.

Which was how she called Alex for the second time the morning after a sleepover with Lena.

“I think I’m bi,” Kara told Alex as soon as the line connected.

“Oh,” Alex said. “Oh. Congratulations. Thank you for telling me—”

“Alex, I love you, you’re the best sister in the world, and I promise you I’ll explain everything afterwards, but I need to talk to Maggie about this,” Kara said, because she finally realized that Alex was the sort of lucky bastard in the world who got engaged to the first person she fell in love with and really, really was not in the position to offer advice for anyone’s love life.

Maggie was laughing when she came on the phone, and laughing again when Kara finished the story of last night.

“So what do I do?” Kara asked anxiously.

“Well,” Maggie said. “First I’ll say that you and your sister really are super, Danvers.”

Kara muffled her groan in a throw pillow.

“Second, I’d say that you aren’t so much worried about being bi as you are about your relationship with Lena, aren’t you?”

Kara thought this over. “No,” she agreed.

“And how would you advise a straight friend with their straight love interest about how to deal with their straight romantic troubles?”

Kara blinked. “Talk to the other person.”

“There you go,” Maggie said cheerfully. “Congrats on discovering the wonderful world of loving girls, by the way. You know your sister and I will be rooting for you.”

Kara did explain everything to Alex, as well as James and Winn, over Settlers of Catan and chow mein at the end of the week. All three of them had solemn, rehearsed speeches prepared. They were happy she was brave enough to come out to them, they were grateful that she trusted them with this development, and they pledged to keep this fact to themselves unless she wished they shared it. The whole thing, even Alex’s portion, sounded like something pulled out of the straight ally handbook. Kara laughed and hugged them all.

They brainstormed ways of dealing with the Lena problem but were all sooner or later distracted by attempts to get the Longest Road Catan card or the call to save one lone alien from another rogue alien on the intersection of 10th and Downing Street. The rogue alien mugging actually ballooned into a whole separate issue dealing with intergalactic property rights and interplanetary court systems, and by the time her and Lena’s next date came around, Kara had nothing in the arsenal to last her through the evening.

They chose Netflix for the day: Lena wanted to check out Merlin because one of her assistants promised good things about it. While preparing the popcorn, Kara nearly let the bag slip from her hand and pressed the wrong buttons on her microwave three times before finally getting the whole thing running—and then realized she put it on the wrong setting entirely.

“I saw that you gave up on electrical devices and just used your heat vision,” Lena said, teasing, when Kara returned with a bowl of popcorn. “If there are malfunctions in your microwave, you know, I can fix it.”

“What? Oh no no,” Kara said. “I was just—testing out… myself. It’s good training, you know. Good control. Popcorn is a great training tool. That’s what my cousin always says too. Yup.”

Kara forced herself to laugh in three beats: Ha ha ha. Lena gave her a strange look.

Kara absorbed nothing from the first episode because her attention was wholly focused on Lena’s arm, which was slung over the top of the couch, fingers inches away from Kara’s neck. Occasionally, Lena would grab a handful of popcorn without looking and accidentally brush against Kara’s hair. Kara thought her heart was going to stop every instance this happened, but at the same time, she wondered—if Lena would reach just a little farther—rest her palm on Kara’s nape and gently pull her in for a kiss—

Nope. Bad thoughts. Bad Kara. Very bad. She grabbed fistfuls of popcorn and began eating them aggressively, much to Lena’s amusement.

In the end, it happened like this:

After Netflix, Lena stretched and tipped herself sideways to rest her head on Kara’s shoulder. She smelled like cinnamon.

“I think I’m ready to go to bed,” Lena said. She peered up at Kara beneath heavy lashes. “Join me?”

The guilt was all of a sudden too much, and Kara grabbed Lena by the shoulders and pushed her back so they were face-to-face with a good two feet of distance between them. Kara felt like her whole face was on fire, and if she kept silent any longer, steam would be whistling from her ears.

“Lena, listen,” Kara said. “I’ve realized something recently. And I feel like I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” Lena said, moving closer in concern.

Kara squeaked as she leaned back in tandem. “Um. It’s alright. I’m fine. Physically.”

She let her arms drop to the top of her criss-crossed legs.

“Lena, I think I like you. Romantically.” Kara forced her eyes to stay steady on her friend’s. “I only realized that recently. And I think—I think I want to date you. Because I like you. But I know you’ve never said anything about liking girls—so— I hope either way we can stay friends. But I just wanted to tell you that. That I really like you.”

By the end of her stilted little speech, she had dropped her gaze down to her hands, waiting for Lena’s verdict. As the silent stretched on, Kara imagined all the horror and anger and disgust that Lena was feeling, and Kara felt so ashamed of herself—really, why had she ever thought it was a good idea—

Lena cupped Kara’s chin.

“I feel the same way. Maybe since the first time I saw you,” Lena said softly. Time itself seemed crystalized; the outside world was a forgotten memory. Kara felt as though she was but a relic of a time when time was, silent and given only to the examination under Lena’s pale eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

And Kara could only breathe out, “Of course.”

“The first night I slept over,” Lena confessed, some hours later, as she lied next to Kara, “you told me I was beautiful, and you wanted to kiss me.”

“I did?”

“Well, you told me I was beautiful,” Lena said, smiling ruefully, “but you didn’t kiss me.”

Kara entangled her fingers with Lena’s. “That’s too bad. We could’ve been doing this sooner.”

“No. I think it was too early for you,” Lena said. “For us. We’d just made up. I don’t think you knew consciously, what you said then. And I didn’t know if you would still want the same things sober. It would’ve been bad timing all around.”

“Oh.”

Lena turned to face her. “When you told me you were Supergirl, I had this—silly notion in my head that, ah, there was no way you would like me now. Supergirl had been this sort of—quintessential straight girl, you understand. At least in my head.”

Kara laughed.

“I know, it’s ridiculous. Stereotypes.” Lena rolled her eyes. “So I guess I was—I was half heart-broken too, when I was ignoring you.”

“I didn’t know,” Kara said softly.

“That’s why the night of the crazy drinking, that was when I thought, Maybe.”

Kara gasped. “So all this time you were trying to seduce me?”

“No. Yes.” Lena bit her lip and looked at her. “Maybe a little?”

Kara laughed and buried her face in Lena’s head. “Well, here I am. Seduced. What are you going to do with me?”

Lena grinned. “Wicked things.”

Kara leaned over to kiss Lena. “I look forward to it.”

#supergirl #supercorp #fanfiction #text post #ask

[lllegirl]

mourn + mae & areum oops my fingr slipped

Send me a “Mourn” and I’ll write a drabble about one character mourning the death of the other

im sad & if u could read all of this then i applaud u

         People often wondered who actually passed away ever since Areum was gone. Was it really just Areum who had died or had she managed to drag a part of Maeying with her down the flames of hell?         The way she carried herself around nowadays seemed to resemble that of an old rotten corpse, now roaming around aimlessly like a forgotten ghost. There were no tears. No emotion whatsoever as she made her way up the stairs, every step feeling heavier and heavier, almost as if the steps were endless. Her shoulders were slacked and her head hung low, hiding her face with her hair in a weak attempt to let no one know how tired her eyes were, how lifeless her artificial smile looked— if that was even was possible for someone like Maeying. From the moment the death of someone who was probably the closest thing to a best friend was confirmed, she had trouble showing that infamous grin of hers. It was as if she had to scold herself for smiling when mourning, wanting to show respect in the smallest of things. No one was even allowed to mention her name around her for a while. It simply hurt too much. And what hurt her the most was how every single little thing around her happened to remind her of the other.         She shouldn’t be like this, though. Why was she like this? People die. It’s how life works, especially that of one who is involved in gang-related stuff.          After what felt like hours in her mind, she reached the top, only to stop and stare at the rusty door in front of her. At first, she was unsure why she was stopping, was it because she was simply tired? Or was it really because of the many memories spent on this roof together with her. It was the latter, of course.A trembling sigh escaped her lips, before her even shakier hands began to push the door open carefully, scared to face reality and scared to damage whatever was waiting for her behind that door but praying the feeling of being free would not change. She wished. She wished things were different all the time, only to accept it with a sour feeling, forever leaving a bitter taste in her mouth and rage storming through her head.           With a sad creaking sound announcing her entrance she pushed the door open all the way, finally confronting the empty roof she had dreaded to visit. It’s only been a few days, but she could definitely feel as if it was all just one big prank.                       Areum is still alive and she’s just waiting for me to sit at the                                   edge so that she can scare me. That thought made her blood boil quickly. Areum was dead.          She was dead and there’s nothing she can do about it. She was dead but if she was there she could have helped, why did she leave her alone in this world?          Her thoughts made her want to throw up. She can’t get her back, and it felt so selfish of her to wish she could just see her one more time, tell her how important she actually was to her. How much she really loved her. Funny, Maeying was always the one to be so clueless about something called love, never admitting it or even feeling something. Perhaps the absence of the other who was remotely close to her made her realise how much she actually cared about her.

         It was sudden, but all she could do when she stepped foot onto the rooftop was scream her lungs out. Never in her entire life had she screamed for anything. Blood for mercy and mercy for those who are weak.         The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, blurring her vision and making her stop from aimlessly stomping around with her hands fisted in her hair, preventing herself from recklessly walking into her own death several hundred meters down below. Though that idea didn’t seem that bad after all.        No, she couldn’t just end it like this, even Areum would laugh at the gates of hell if she’d end it here. Areum’s laugh. Oh, how she missed that laugh. This rooftop was some sort of safe haven for the two, they could just be themselves here. Laugh at each other’s silliness and forget how dangerous they actually were.

        She mentally cursed at herself for crying so hard she started hiccuping, it wouldn’t even surprise her if someone would have noticed her grieving. So in order to try and calm down, she proceeded to sit at the familiar edge, swinging her legs and enjoying the feeling of being weightless. She had to stop herself from looking next to her, expecting somebody to sit next to her like always, but the empty spot next to her only made her feel like suffocating as if it was trying to push her away. Her legs folded and she hugged them tightly, hiding her face in her knees and softly whimpering, too exhausted to cry even harder. If people would see her like this they would probably have to look twice, when was the last time Maeying felt this weak and small?

        The rough pads of her hands wiped away the remainder of tears, as well as trying to rub away the tiredness that was now heavy in her eyes. Sleep was all she wanted, just to escape everything happening right now, wanting to forget about the real world and its torture. She stretched her legs out again and lied down, feeling the cool asphalt against her head— a huge contrast for whatever is burning up inside her mind now.         Time was always so deceiving. One moment you are out and about with someone dear, the next they’re gone. One moment you’re throwing a tantrum, the next you don’t even notice the stars had already decided to come out, decorating the night sky and surrounding the big, pale moon. A lonely tear left her eye and slowly made its way towards her ear, but she wasn’t sure if she was still crying about Areum or because of those moments when they would count the endless stars.

        Maeying was never a hundred percent sure about anything in life, but one thing she knew was real, and that was pain.         Pain was a reminder to never forget, and she was sure she’d never forget Areum.

                                                                                   “I promise I will avenge you.”

#yugsyeoms #answered #this has like 1k words lol #otp: areum x maeying. #ch: maeying wongsawat.

[gayzytown]

Birthdays

{{VERY IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!! i put it in caps bc thts how important it is!!! this is pure, unedited 12 yr old mod roria sportarobbie fanfiction !! u can tell its really old bc the whole time robbie is like >:’( and it makes sportacus :c also! robbie gets hit in the face and sportacus cries which is unfitting bc the fic itself isnt that sad?? but it has a happy ending!! just thought id warn you all im literally posting something really poorly written and its also rlly long and like almost 5 yrs old ?? one of the first things i wrote for lazytown!! but anyway here it is }}

Curled up in his chair, Robbie woke up and his eyes fluttered in sync with his heart and with the butterflies in his stomach. A tiny gleam of hope rose up in his chest, and a small smile graced his soft lips. It was finally the day. The day he had been waiting for. The day he had not-so-subtly hinted about since last month. He tried his best to stamp out the fiery optimism that held his heart in its grip, but the cold, icy hand of doubt could not pry it off. 

 His tired eyes glanced at the clock, which currently said 7:00 A.M. Earlier than Robbie had woken up in years, but now that warm feelings had him in a death grip, there would be no more sleeping. He rolled out of his chair with more enthusiasm than ever before, and pranced contently to his periscope. Before he looked into it, he took a moment to compose himself. It was in vain, of course, and it was with much euphoria that he lifted up the periscope and peeked through. His smile faltered slightly as the warm hand pushed his heart up into his throat. They didn’t… forget, did they? But he had made it so blatantly clear that it was today, and he had been looking forward to this day for weeks. The day he would get some of the spotlight. The day he could outshine Sportacus. The day he wouldn’t be ignored. The day he would be loved. Granted, tomorrow would be the same as every other day, but today was special. Today was his birthday, and it was going to be the best birthday ever. It was going to be the best day, in general, until next year.

            Only slightly disheartened, he continued to search for anything. Even if he was a villain, it was highly uncharacteristic of the people of LazyTown to not celebrate. Suddenly, the hand squeezed his heart and the heat filled his entire being as a banner came into view. It clearly read, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY.” They had remembered! He tremored in excitement as he simply stared at the scene before him. What looked like an amazingly prodigious party being laid out before his eyes. For him. There were balloons and streamers and games, and even though it wasn’t the color he had expected and there was more sportscandy than he would’ve liked, it was a party for him. It was his birthday party. The people were celebrating his birth. They were celebrating the fact that self-proclaimed villain Robbie Rotten was brought into this world on this day, twenty-three years ago. To him, it symbolized much more than a birthday party. This could mean a whole turning point in his life. Maybe he wouldn’t be a villain. Maybe he wouldn’t be so full of hate. Maybe he’d be loved. Maybe he’d be happy. The pleasant optimistic grip shifted and held his entire body, and he closed his eyes for a moment to relish the feeling. A smile so foreign to Robbie that anyone wouldn’t be able to recognize him for a moment lightened up his face, and his cold, lonely lair felt more comfortable than ever before. His eyes, filled to the brim with happy tears that he had never felt, opened and his smile widened. Letting out a deep, booming laugh that echoed throughout the lair and brought raw joy and happiness to every room, he spun with his periscope and peered through one more time. The familiar icy hand clawed at its rival as he noticed something he hadn’t noticed before.  The banner said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY… Sportacus.” He shrugged as his smile faltered as he chuckled nervously. That didn’t mean they had forgotten his, maybe they both had birthdays. Or maybe they had gotten confused about who’s birthday it was. Maybe anything, except they had forgotten. They couldn’t have. Not after all he had done to make it clear that it was his birthday. Who cares about Sportacow’s birthday? They’d throw him a party for any little thing. The icy grip triumphantly pierced his heart with its long, disfigured claws and his brow furrowed. They couldn’t have forgotten. He’d just… he’d just go up and walk around. He was sure to get a “happy birthday” or two. They couldn’t have forgotten, it just wasn’t possible. His lair was suddenly cold, and the remaining laughter died away. He peered out one more time, and watched as Sportacus was taken completely by surprise because of his birthday party. Like he was really so surprised. They would’ve thrown him a party if he’d done something as minimal as walk to the post office. A single tear slid down his face, but it wasn’t happy. It was full of anguish, and fear. He felt so alone. The icy grip suddenly got red hot and in his fit of sudden rage, he clawed off the tear viciously, leaving a red mark on his face and  he shoved the periscope away as hard as he could. Unfortunately, the momentum swung it back and it was hurled into his face. In a tantrum and between shock, pain, and anger, he stepped back on his catwalk and swung backwards over the railing onto his head. As the stars faded, he groaned and tried to get up, but the children had started playing exceptionally loud today and with the combined force of the impact a headache pounded in his head and he decided to stay where he was. He mumbled a small “I meant to do that,” before closing his eyes.

           Meanwhile, Sportacus was having a lovely birthday party. Maybe a little of the surprise was faked, but it was mostly genuine. He didn’t remember telling anyone his birthday, but he was glad that they knew. The party had a banner, and games, and sportscandy and blue. Lots of blue. He played with the children with more energy than usual, if that was possible, and didn’t notice that they were louder than usual. After a while of playing, the kids were tired, so they all decided to take a break. He sat with them under an apple tree, listening to them talk about school and such. But something didn’t feel right. He felt like he was forgetting something, and that someone was in trouble. Everyone was here, except for… his brow furrowed. Robbie. He wondered why Robbie hated him, and his heart sank a little. But then he remembered that it was his birthday, and he smiled. He tried to forget the feeling, since his crystal didn’t go off. But he felt bad, and he wasn’t sure why but he did. Lately his thoughts on Robbie had been getting a little… different. He had never felt this way about anything before, and he didn’t know if it was good or if he had been coming down with something. He had never been sick before, so maybe this is what it felt like. He vaguely wondered if Robbie would come but was interrupted when Stephanie spoke up.

            “Sportacus, are you okay? I’ve never seen you so serious before,” she said. He faked a smile.

            “I was just thinking about Robbie,” he said, with fake happiness going unnoticed in his voice. She looked confused.

            “Why?” she asked. Then, for good measure, she added, “He would just try to ruin the party. It’s your birthday, Sportacus!” His smile faltered slightly.

            “Stephanie, do you know why people bully?” he asked. She shook her head no, and he went on. “Bullies are bullies because they’re unhappy with themselves,” he finished, a small realization hitting him as well as the children.

            “Why would Robbie be unhappy? He usually seems so happy when he’s thwarting,” she asked, not wanting to believe that Robbie was sad, or lonely. It was so much easier to think that mean people got what they deserved, not that they were unhappy.

            “Maybe he’s lonely, or maybe he’s been bullied himself,” he said. It suddenly became quiet, and he felt a little bad for putting such a damper on the mood. He jumped up suddenly. “Who’s ready to get back to our game?” he chirped, and the kids all cheered and followed him to the courts. They all put the conversation in the back of their heads, to be reviewed later. All of them, except for Stephanie. They played for another hour more when they were interrupted by a familiar figure stalking by faster than ever before. Sportacus, however was faster, and he flipped over a wall, grabbed his water bottle, and landed in front of Robbie. Robbie stopped and looked at him. Half of his face was covered by a huge, purple and blue bruise. But it wasn’t that that scared Sportacus. It was the look in Robbie’s eyes.  Not only were they bloodshot, but Sportacus had never seen someone so incredibly angry, so livid. It scared Sportacus, and he stepped back a bit. It was suddenly quiet and the silence hurt Sportacus’s ears, so he decided to say something.

            “Hi, Robbie,” he said. Then he cleared his throat and said, “Won’t you join us? It’s fun.” A look of sadness and confusion passed over Robbie’s face, but he said nothing. The silence was louder than before, the atmosphere was more tense and almost angry. But that didn’t scare Sportacus. The thing that scared Sportacus was his feelings. Robbie was completely outraged, and it was Sportacus’s fault. He had done something, and it hurt his heart more than anything ever had before. His heart burned as the fiery claw from Robbie’s heart reached through the two men and crushed Sportacus. He felt so hurt. His heart was hurt. His heart was broken, and he had never felt that way before. It absolutely crushed him. But on the outside, he feigned happiness.

            “Uh, um, Robbie! It’s time for a water fight!” he chirped, back flipped away, grabbed a hose and the kids scattered into a panicked mass of children, giggling and squealing excitedly. Sportacus stole a glance at Robbie and his heart broke even more. He didn’t seem mad anymore, just sad, lonely, and so distant from everyone else. His brow furrowed despondently and he glared towards Sportacus. They made eye contact and he suddenly bristled, standing up straight and putting on a fake resentful face, before turning around and stalking away. Sportacus’s face fell and the hose slipped out of his grip. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t, because heroes don’t cry, so he faked another smile, laughed and picked up the hose again. His little moment went unnoticed by everyone and the party continued as if nothing had happened.

            That night, Sportacus was in his airship, thinking about earlier. His heart hurt still. It felt sore, like that one time when he was just a kid and he worked his muscles too hard and they ached. It was his birthday, so he shouldn’t be sad, but Robbie’s face. He wondered what was going on in Robbie’s head. Suddenly, he remembered that Pixel, for his birthday, had given Sportacus a little computer thing that had lap or something in the name, and it had information on the people of LazyTown if he just pushed a button. Leaping up off his bed, he opened up the computer and looked at it. It had lots of buttons, some of which Pixel had explained, but Sportacus didn’t remember, so he looked at it. Some of the keys had letters, maybe he could type stuff. He spelled “ON” on the keyboard. Nothing happened. He picked it up and looked for a switch on it, or something, but found nothing. One of the buttons was bound to turn it on, so he pushed all of them, and one of them did something because the screen lit up, then it had a picture on the screen of LazyTown with little tiny things on it. They looked like icon, and one of them said “LazyTown”, so he poked it. Nothing happened. “What..?” he murmured, then he remembered the thing. Pixel called it a… a mouse? Yes, a mouse, so he clicked it. Nothing happened. Frustrated, he grabbed it and moved it aggressively across the table back and forth. Something on the screen moved with his motion and he stopped. Slowly, carefully, he moved the mouse so that the cursor moved to the little LazyTown icon, and then he clicked the button on top, and a page opened, and a little box was there. He slowly clicked a button on the keypad and a little tiny “K” showed up in a little box. Pressing the backspace so that the K disappeared, he slowly typed in “ROBBIE ROTTEN” and pressed enter, not sure what he was looking for. A small blue thing showed up that said “Robbie Rotten” and had a sentence that ended in “…read more here” and he began to read it.

            “Robbie Rotten; born on October 10th, [year unknown] in [place unknown] and went to [school unknown]…”

            Sportacus realized they knew so little about Robbie, and he frowned slightly. Suddenly it hit him. October 10th. That was today. They had missed Robbie’s birthday. Maybe that was why he was so sad… Robbie came up, probably looking for a “happy birthday” and instead he got people celebrating someone else’s birthday and completely forgetting about him. He felt absolutely crushed. His heart was breaking even more, and he couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They flowed freely from his eyes, and he bit his lip thinking about what he could do. Closing the laptop, he picked up his phone and clicked Bessie’s number. He had gotten the phone a while ago from Pixel and he knew very well how to work it. Well, not really, but he could call certain people when he needed to, which he hardly ever did. Bessie answered suddenly.

            “Sportacus? Are you okay? It’s past 8:08, what’s going on?” she asked.

            “Oh, hi Bessie! Everything’s fine, I just wanted to say that, uh… Robbie’s birthday was, um… We missed it, and I wanted to make it up to him. Somehow,” he mumbled.

            “…Oh! How sad… I understand that you’re upset, I’ll pull something together for tomorrow, and it might be a little… modest, but I think it’ll be good. As long as you can get him to come,” Bessie said.

            “Thanks Bessie! I’ll get him to come, thank you!” Sportacus said. Then, he hung up the phone and got back into bed. He felt a tiny bit better, but he felt weird. He felt guilty. Sighing, he turned over in bed and pulled the cover over his head, knowing he wouldn’t get any sleep.

Then next morning Sportacus woke up bright and early and slid down the ladder to LazyTown and ran to the center. It was empty, of course, because he was up so early, but he decided to see if Robbie was up.

Filled with a new found enthusiasm, he trotted to the purple billboard and waddled around it. He found the metal entrance to Robbie's domain and knocked, a smile on his face. He heard muffled thumping and mumbled curse words before the latch opened and he was face to face with a black and blue mess with piercing grey-blue, bloodshot eyes. Upon seeing Sportacus, his brow furrowed and his lip quivered.

"What do you want, Sportacus?" he hissed. Sportacus was usually elated to hear the lithe man say his name and not some morphed, insulting version of it, but in this case it wiped the smile off his face. He didn't like it when his name slid from Robbie's lips like venom, dripping poignant enmity. He suddenly forgot why he was here.

"Uh... um, I..." he stuttered. Robbie reached for the hatch to slam it when Sportacus abruptly remembered. "Wait! Robbie, your birthday," he exclaimed. Robbie stopped, and held the hatch up, eyes wide with shock. His brows suddenly dropped, and he clamped his mouth shut.

"Oh, you remembered," he said sarcastically. Sportacus swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Robbie, I'm really sorry we forgot," he said softly, "but if you would just come with me, I think I can make it up to you!" Robbie scoffed at this.

“No, Sportacus.”

“... what?”

“I'm not going to your stupid little last-minute birthday party!”

Sportacus was quiet. He felt like crying, and so he did. “Robbie, please! I-I'm so sorry we forgot, I can only imagine how much it hurt to see everyone celebrating someone else's birthday on your own but if you just give me a chance,” he grabbed Robbie’s face in his hands, “I could show you…” he stopped. He realized he was blushing, with his face so close to Robbie’s. He stared deep into the man’s eyes and saw that he was lonely, and afraid. From here he could better see the beautiful color of Robbie’s eyes, his pale skin, his wavy hair, his soft lips. Sportacus longed to touch the soft lips with his own. His breathing sped up as he realized this was what he had been feeling, he was in love with Robbie Rotten.

        “Sp-Sportacus…” Robbie mumbled, placing his own hands on the elf’s. Sportacus barely heard it over the sound of his heart racing. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He stared into the man’s eyes lovingly, and then he leaned forward. Closing the gap between the two, he gently pressed his lips into Robbie’s. Robbie gasped against Sportacus’s mouth and his grip tightened on the elf’s hands. Sportacus pulled away slowly after a moment, and pressed his forehead against his love’s. It was quiet.

        “If this is y-you trying to get me to g-go to the party,” Robbie started. Sportacus laughed.

        “Robbie, I love you,” he said softly, looking up at the man. Robbie was looking at him, eyes wide. He was blushing.

        “Sportacus, I… I never…”

Sportacus drew away. He had made Robbie uncomfortable. He was blushing, not the light, tender, sweet pink hue of love, but a deep, embarrassed red.

        “Oh, Robbie, I'm sorry, I never stopped to think about-”

Robbie leaped out of the silo/entrance to his house and grabbed Sportacus’s hands.

        “Don't apologize,” he whispered, then added, “I'll go to the party.” Sportacus brightened instantly.

        “You will!! Robbie, that's great! I'm so happy you-”

Robbie interrupted him by pressing his mouth against the elf’s. Sportacus’s eyes widened in shock, but after a second they slid closed and he leaned into Robbie, running a hand through the man’s hair. Eventually Robbie pulled away. He gazed into Sportacus’s eyes, infatuated. Sportacus placed a gentle kiss on Robbie’s nose and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the center of town. Maybe Robbie’s life would turn around after all. Maybe he would be happy from now on. Maybe this would be the best day he'd ever had.

((its rlly angsty and i said “brow furrowed” like 7 times))

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