#netural colors

[mari2000sthings]

Sweet girl

"What about neutral colors? Instead of pink and blue?"y/n asks going through the many ideas that where floating in her head

"For the gender reveal?"walking into the living room, sitting beside you.

"Yes! I mean, we won't know the gender for a couple more weeks but I'm just trying to get ahead start. What theme do you think?"looking on Pinterest bring 100 ideas to mind"what about this?" Y/n Showing him a theme that is bears and honey bees

"That's cute babe, but you haven't even picked who's doing the reveal yet"Bella chuckled

"What about Pedro? Hell of course be an uncle to our little one"y/n smiles with her hand on her stomach.

"We can text him and see I know he's in New York at the moment, doing interviews but I will ask him this afternoon" he kisses the top of your head before getting up to go to the kitchen to make some tea.

"I'm excited!" You squeal getting up from the couch "I just wish my family would come." Sadness takes over as your hormones have been everywhere.

"Hey."Bella stares at you quickly kneeling by your side wiping a tear that's trickling down your cheek." Your sister will come, and your best friend, you have me as well I know it's gonna be hard not having your family here but they showed you their true colors when we mentioned the surrogacy to them."y/n parents and grandparents haven't been supportive about the situation at all with your lover.

"Your right, it just sucks. It'll be a great turn out no matter what"y/n grins

"Atta girl"Bella smiles"do you want me to make you anything? Or we can go out and get something"he says going back to his tea that he left in the kitchen

"Can we go to star bucks?"you suggest

"For coffee? The doctor said to stay away from caffeine as it can mess with the babies heart"Bella has been reading and searching everything about what the doctors have said, if they give y'all a piece of paper that has information on it, he studies it like a book, becoming more and more prepared.

"She also said not to drink to much of it so a small won't harm anything. Please baby! It'll make me feel better"you say with puppy dog eyes.

"Oh don't give me that look"Bella looks away but looks back at you as your still giving him a look of begging"fine"giving in he grabs his car keys" get your shoes on and let's head out" smiling, you get your shoes on that where slip ons and run out to Bella's car hopping in the front, Bella gets in and on the way to Starbucks, he gets Pedro on the phone that is connected to the car.

(Convo)

P-helloooooo?

B-Pedro! So I have some news

We are finding out the gender of the baby soon, would u be willing to be in charge of the gender reveal?

P-oh my god I would love to!

How's little Ramsey?

B-she's good, emotions have been heightened so much. She's been looking and gender neutral themes for the gender reveal.

P-oh okay so not pink and blue?

Y/n-no gender neutral and then when we find out the sex of the baby then we can decide more afterward, with themes for the nursery or baby shower.

P-you got it mama, I won't let you down! Any guests you prefer to come? Do you want it small?

E-Pedro man, your in charge, you decide and just send us details after. We are at Starbucks now so I gotta cut you off

P-Starbucks? Didn't her doctor say-

Y/n- I know what my doctor said! I just want a little coffee that isn't gonna hurt anything I've been craving it.

E-and mood swings gotta go Pedro

(End of convo)

Y'all head inside ordering you a small ice white chocolate mocha, after they make it they hand it over to you, skipping back to where Bella was sitting."happy now?"he asks putting his phone in his pocket.

"Ecstatic"y/n smiles

#bella ramsey #pedro pascal #pregnancy #family #pronouns #gender netural #colors #y\n

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

The Joyful

You. Sparkling Joy Cookie was your name once.

You had once been a part of the first Six Cookies to walk the world. While your companions represented a part of a cookie, what was needed to bake one, you instead represented the joy one got out baking a cookie.

You were Compassion, your Soul Jam, in the shape of a beautiful petal, which always seemed to change color depending on the way the light hit. You were colorful as well, your clothes a representation of that.

You were very close to all the Fallen Heroes before their corruption took hold. You enjoyed following them in their day to day duties, as you yourself didn't have much to do.

You didn't notice their corruption right away, as you really thought nothing was wrong. It all hit you like a truck, and you had to make the tough decision to turn your back on them. It stung and hurt, but you knew it needed to be done.

You left Beast-Yeast soon after, changing yourself. Your Soul Jam became an amulet. You shrunk in size. You wore more grey and netural colors, along with changing your name to Reader Cookie.

You stumbled upon the Cookie Kingdom not too long after Hollyberry Cookie was brought back, and you joined them in their adventures. Along the way, you found yourself pining for Pure Vanilla Cookie, hoping it was mutual. (It is!)

You were reluctant to return to Beast-Yeast, but you knew you had to. If not for closure, than to protect your new friends.

#series: six becomes five #cosmos constellations

[neuvilum]

❥⠀⠀CLOSER⠀⠀ && ⠀⠀ KAEYA.

gender netural reader ・ waypoint angel's share + word count 405 genre fluff .. unestablished relationship warnings kaeya alberich .. mention of accidental injuries & alcohol — cred. to book0bssessedd on tiktok for the prompt and @hannie-dul-set for writing that jock jake and gyu.. drabble?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𓆩   ❅   𓆪

more often than not, you wonder what is the defining moment that carved the leech called kaeya.

perhaps it was when he accidentally whacked himself with a wooden sword, dropped a barrel of grape juice on his foot, tried to cut his bangs with the bluntest scissors in teyvat so he can match his older brother’s, or connected said brother’s freckles with what he thought was a washable marker. 

(the damage was reversible, but diluc’s exasperation was seemingly not. cue the chain reaction that ends with instance two. in his defense, the azure haired youth wasn’t aware that utility dolls were made for that sole purpose..)

or maybe there is no moment in particular. maybe adelinde’s observation about gentle and rambunctious boys was actually a warning—one you should have heeded way sooner.

“come on, would you be so kind as to give me a clue?”

oh right, he’s still here.

the most you can muster is a tired sigh. as much as you want to kick the cavalry captain out of the tavern, you brought this upon yourself. like, who decides to drink despite knowing they'll get loose-lipped enough to accidentally let someone as annoying as him know your previously guarded secret (one of them, at least)?

invisible fingers are pointed at you.

“stop trying to guess my crush,” you reply with a tinge of defeat stirred in your tone. “despite the hint i gave you just a few minutes ago, you weren’t even close to the right answer.”

in fairness to you, the table was clean enough for another patron to stain the wooden table with a couple drops of their beverage. but there’s still an hour or two before that can take place, so now you have some time to kick back and relax. maybe you’ll finally begin that book lisa had recommended to you last week—

your face falls flat, subtly complementing your verbal delivery. “what are you doing?”

kaeya takes another step forward. and with a smirk born out of mischief painted on his lips, he dares to answer, “am i close enough now?”

“no, you’re way too far.”

far from knowing how much you actually like having him around, much further from understanding why you reluctantly play along with his antics, nowhere near seeing the vibrant colors he’s splashed across your mundane routine with his presence.

but maybe close enough to hear the confession your heart is playing for him.

in the mood no because how did this end up becoming kaeya-coded in my brain. this was supposed to be for a real life male loser where did it go wrong.

#mondstadt.⠀⠀ ┉ ⠀⠀ #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin fluff #kaeya fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact #genshin #kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya

[mika-writes-fanfics]

So ik you don't usually do hawks but, is it possible for a hurt no comfort one where reader slowly pushes him away for reasons he doesn't know? (Youve been popping up alot on my "for you" and I love your dabi writing) gender netural pronouns Please

Honestly, this is great timing because I’m writing an angsty scene with Hawks in my long fic. I got really inspired by this request so it’s in drabble format. This could be read as either platonic or romantic. I hope I've done your request justice!

Hawks x reader who pushes him away

Tags/warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, pre-established relationship (romantic OR platonic) with Hawks, Hawks/Reader

It’s the second week in a row that you haven’t responded to any of his texts, any of his calls, or even any of his knocks on your door. Just seeing his name on your lock screen is taxing enough as is. Hearing his voice on a call or standing in front of him was out of the question. Ghosting him was about as much as you could do. 

But this decision is far from impulsive, despite how sudden it must seem to him, if he even noticed your quiet feelings at all. No, this was a long time coming. It took you awhile to rationalize it in your head, to figure out what you needed to do. Your first solution was to ignore it. You quickly realized that approach just wouldn’t work.

Everytime he was with you, all you wanted was to laugh with him, to stay up late talking anything, to lie next to him peacefully, like you used to. But you couldn’t. The laughs you gave at his jokes were strained, the conversations you had were disingenous, your slumber at his side was plagued with unpleasant dreams. Everything involving him was colored with darkness, tainted by the gnawing thoughts in the back of your head. Keeping up the facade felt like slowly suffocating. 

For your own sanity, you pulled away. Bit by bit, day by day, you cut yourself off from him. You spoke to him less, you saw him less, and you spent more time alone. It helped, for a while, until even your mediocre false-front left you feeling far too drained. It all just reached a breaking point two weeks ago, when you finally accepted the truth. 

You couldn’t pretend anymore. 

This has to end. 

Which brings you to now, hearing Hawks knock at your door for the fifth time this week, desperately asking if you were okay, if he had done anything, if you could just speak to him once. You feel paralyzed. You can’t move from your spot on the couch, completely immobilized by the sheer fear of him being so close to you, separated by a mere wall. The anxiety and sadness you feel in this moment keeps you anchored down. 

“Dove, please just talk to me. I’m begging you,” he pleads. You can hear the desperation in his voice. His confusion is painfully clear. Your eyes burn when his voice breaks and he begs, “Please. Just please. Let me fix this, tell me how to make this right. I don’t want to lose you.” 

Hearing his grief feels like a knife to the heart. 

But as much as his devastation hurts you, you don’t have the courage in you to look him in the eye, or to even say a word to him through the door.

The tears start trailing down your face, and accompanied with them the urge to let out choked wails of genuine pain, but the thought of him knowing that you’re home forces you to swallow down your sobs. Any wails that manage to worm their way out of your throat are bitten down and muffled into your hand. Had the door separating the two of you not been so thick, you would be able to hear that Hawks isn’t fairing much better than you. Shaky exhales escape his lips as his heart aches with the pain of losing you, for good. 

#hawks x reader #hawks x reader insert #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x gender neutral reader #takami keigo #hawks angst #hawks x reader angst #hurt/no comfort #ghosting #requests

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part fifteen

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: netural

el's thoughts: just the next part! please let me know your thoughts! :)

series masterlist

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Those were the words whispered on the streets of Ketterdam, in the taverns and coffeehouses, in the dark and bleeding alleys of the pleasure district known as the Barrel. The man they called Dirtyhands didn’t need a reason any more than he needed permission—to break a leg, sever an alliance, or change a man’s fortunes with the turn of a card. 

Y/N had once believed these whispers, but of course she knew better. She’d seen the human side that the rumors always leave out. The side that would do anything to protect his friends, his found family. He’d protect them from whatever he thought to be threatening. And a newfound drug that made grisha near invicible along with the possibility of it ending up in the wrong hands… That made the list, alright. 

“What about Inej, she’s still part of our crew isn’t she?” Wylan’s voice was muffled by his hand. His fingers tapping his lips in a nervous pattern. 

“Nikolai hadn’t heard back from the Volkvolny yet. They’ve been out on sea for a while and we didn’t know where they were going to make port next.” Y/N said while she shuffled papers and maps on the desk in front of her. She looked at the four crows sitting around the desk. “We’ll find a way to get a hold of Inej. But first we need to prepare for the first facet of this absolutely insane plan of yours.” She turned to Kaz, “Are you positive this will work? First Hellgate and then The Ice Court?” 

“It will work.” Kaz didn’t look up from the papers in his hands. 

Everyone was beyond exhausted, half-lidded red eyes and hair in disarray. Y/N leaned back and stretched as she spoke, “Why don’t we get some rest. Wake up with a fresh start.” Kaz looked at her quickly before glancing at everyone else in the room and nodded stiffly. Jesper shot out of his seat, dragging Wylan behind him. Nina stood and bid the pair still at the desk good night before she also made her way down the stairs to her room. 

“Alright… I’m off to bed.” Y/N stood and pushed her chair back in front of the desk. She gave him a tired smile, “Good night.” 

She didn’t receive a verbal response, only a hum and a nod.

~

Nina and Y/N had spent the majority of the following day on the streets gathering pieces for their costumes to break into Hellgate. Masks and capes were shoved in rucksack bags as they walked back to the Slat.

“I hate that we need these types of costumes.” Nina’s nose scrunched up in disgust and tossed the bags on the table in the kitchen.

The inferni nodded while she separated each outfit, “They won’t really let us in otherwise. We’ve been branded the heroes of Ravka. Everyone knows our faces by now.” 

The costumes were similar to the ones of the pleasure houses. Silk capes in vibrant colors, but nowhere near as revealing. The masks were hideous, with noses long or stubby and eyes painted wide and bulging. Animalistic. Kaz’s touch of insanity and mockery to the traditional outfits used at the pleasure houses. 

Y/N knew the moment Kaz entered the Slat. His presence reverberated through the cramped rooms and crooked hallways as every thug, thief, dealer and con man came a little more awake. The Bastard was home. 

The Slat, the ravkan grisha came to know, wasn’t much. Just another house in the worst part of the Barrel, three stories stacked tight on top of each other, crowned with an attic and a gabled roof. The majority of the buildings in this area had been built without a proper foundation. Many were built on a swampy land where the canals were haphazardly dug. They leaned against each other like tipsy friends gathered at a bar, tilting at drowsy angles.

Though dawn was just a few hours away, the Slat was still wide awake. Y/N had realized the only time the house was ever really quiet was in the slow hours of the afternoon, and the last few nights everyone had been buzzing with the rumors of a big heist on the horizon. 

Kaz had made it clear he didn’t want anyone knowing the exact details of the trip so they slipped in a few lies to cause a blur in the rumors. 

The familiar clicking of a cane going up the stairs snapped her out of her thoughts. Instinctively she turned her head to follow the sound. Nina scoffed playfully, “Go on. I can hand out the costumes.” Y/N smiled bashfully and muttered her thanks before she made her way up the rickety staircase. 

Kaz’s office at the Slat was much different than his office at the Crow Club. Whereas at the club he had a beautiful pine wood desk and an attached bathroom with running water. At home he had a makeshift desk, a solid wooden door laid down atop of old fruit crates. A large bookshelf that held books full of maps and notes from previous heists, along with a few of her favorite fairytale books Y/N had managed to sneak in. The home office was her favorite out of the two. It wasn’t fancy but it had a window seat. A window seat with pillows and a blanket set out for her every night for the past few weeks she had been back in Ketterdam. She had a remarkable view of the city from her seat. It was also where she had the most meaningful conversations with Kaz, even if they lasted only a few minutes before he was sucked back into work. 

Y/N knocked on the heavy wooden door once she reached the top of the stairs and heard a call for her to come in. She closed the door behind her silently and walked further in the room before freezing in her steps. She had caught sight of Kaz standing in front of his hanging mirror. His vest and shirt were placed on the counter beside the china bowl he poured water into from the matching china pitcher. 

She wasn’t sure if she was flattered or insulted that he didn’t seem to give a second thought to her presence in the room. 

“How long do you assume we’ll be gone?” She asked, darting a glance at him though the open doorway. He was corded muscle, scars, but only two tattoos. The Dregs’ crow and cup on his forearm and, above it, a black R on his bicep. She never found the opportunity to ask him about it. 

“A few weeks, maybe a month.” He said as he continued to run the wet cloth under his arms and the hard planes of his chest, water trickling down his torso.

‘Saints.’ She had thought to herself, forcing her eyes away from the man before her as her cheeks heated. “A month?”

“Yes. And we’ll be kings and queens.” He walked out of his attached bathroom and found the inferni sitting on the window seat, flickering a small flame between her fingers. “Kings and queens.”

“You’re already a king, Kaz. You own more than half the Barrel already. And I’m no queen, I’ve never been meant to be a queen. I’m a soldier.” She didn’t look up at him, knowing he still wasn’t fully dressed. She heard his footsteps walk to his wardrobe. 

He shrugged on a fresh shirt, then hesitated as he fastened the collar. “This isn’t an assignment, Y/N. It’s a job that you can take or leave as you see fit.”

An alarm bell rang inside her. She endangered herself all the time in Ravka. She’d murdered for General Kirigan and for the throne. She’d stolen and brought down bad men and good. She was a soldier, someone who put their life on the line everyday. She had signed up for this life and he had no right to warn her off a job. A job that was protecting her country.

Kaz finished with his buttons, pulled on a charcoal waistcoat, and tossed her something. It flashed in the air, and she caught it with one hand while she put out her flame with the other. When she opened her fist, she saw a massive ruby tie pin circled by golden laurel leaves.

“Fence it.” Kaz said.

“Whose is it?” She looked at him skeptically.

“Ours now.”

“Whose was it?”

Kaz stayed quiet. He picked up his coat, using a brush to clean the dust from it. “Someone who should have thought better of his life choices.”

A dozen possibilities ran through her head, trying to piece together his vague words. He stared at her for a moment. Her eyes met his and neither made a move to break eye contact. He shook his head and pulled the coat and a clean pair of gloves on. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Move the DeKappel we lifted from Van Eck’s house to the vault. I think it’s rolled up under my bed. Oh, and put in an order for a new hat.”

She rolled her eyes, “Please.”

He heaved a sigh as he turned to the door and braced himself for three painful flights of stairs. He looked over his shoulder and said, “Please, my darling Y/N, treasure of my heart, won’t you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?” 

Y/N cast a meaningful glance at his cane. “Have a long trip down, Brekker.” She said as she sat back against the wall next to the window seat, gazing out at the city lights. 

She mentally screamed at herself for thinking he’d treat her any differently from the rest of his crew. She didn’t have any of her titles or high priority here in Ketterdam. She was just one of his crows. 

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #six of crows x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagines #ellora.writes

[s4kasaki]

♡ — eye candy.

‣ tws/cws: mentions of fighting. maybe suggestive? I cannot tell...

‣ reader: gender netural - they/them but no usage of prns on reader .

‣ authors note: important to note that, the reader likes sweets & this takes place in *!* era, back when kuro was a bit violent. hello s4kasaki, I haven't touched this blog in decades. this was inspired by something I read on ao3.

It was no secret you loved sweets, not at all. You loved all kinds: the creamy, rich vanilla cake piled high with icing & sprinkles that you got on rare events, the numerous candy bars that you would snack on as you walked to and back from Yumenosaki, the cold and refreshing ice cream you would eat on painfully hot days. But one of your favorite sweets of all time was the one that you had never gotten the chance to experience the taste of: the eye candy that went under the name of Kiryuu Kuro.

When you first met him, he was fighting some punk who dared to mess with his childhood friend, Itsuki Shuu. You watched him threaten the sucker within an inch of his life, the only thing that reminded you of Hot Tamales; intense, powerful, and really, really hot.

The next time you saw him was a week later, and he asked you if he could copy your notes. When you had asked him for what reason, he called you a name under his breath that you couldn't really hear, and was seemingly pissed off. But at the end of the day, you found him waiting by your locker with a look of shame and that came with an explanation of why he insulted you: the night before was the anniversary of his mother's death and he had no time to do his work. You struggled to hold back a smile as she watched Kuro muddle through an apology, and you were reminded of Sour Patch Kids at that moment: he was sour, sweet and then gone.

A week or so after that, she had seen him arguing with someone who you figured would be somebody he was friends with, Mikejima Madara. With no knowledge of the topic, but what you did know? Was that whenever they argued, Kuro reminded you of Pop Rocks: explosive, energetic, and dangerous if you weren't careful.

But the first time you were wholeheartedly convinced that Kuro was pure — is when he had gifted comfort, when another had put you down. He had not only offered a shoulder to cry on but after school, he demanded that they apologize to you immediately, or he would've made them. The more you spent time with him, and the more you paid attention to his mannerisms, you cracked what the perfect candy Kuro was like; he was chocolate. It could be dark, bitter… but then there's times where it is sweet.

So now, whenever you see him roaming the halls of the academy, jacket slung behind one shoulder and hair the color of Twizzlers swooping across his forehead, your mouth begins to water, and you can't help but wonder: does this eye candy think you look yummy too?

#📖; creation. #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars imagines #enstars x reader #enstars imagines #kuro kiryu x reader #kuro kiryu

[strangeauthor]

look i have like no feelings towards xirian at all. like. im netural towards them in fact i dont really know much about them except when they dragged disney for the mulan live action crime against humanity and they wrote a ya book that has a mixed reception so yeah i have like no hard feelings for them but they were not one of the people who exposed cait. they made tweets about it and a tiktok recapping the situation yes but the people who truly exposed cait were, again, bethany and every author of color that she targeted. lol

#author makes a speech #i keep saying 'also thank xirian' in the tags of me and comin's posts and im like ??? For What #recapping the situation and adding their own commentary??? lol

[apneicodette]

Corvus corax I

ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪ

A scaramouche x reader [gender netural] story

♫ When you want to escape, say the word. Well, I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do. With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room. ♫

You were desperate,

you were dying.

The weather did not care for your restless mind that kept you from succumbing to death. The cold air breezing through your wings. Your eyes were slowly giving up on you. It was too much for you, yet you still treaded on.

You were lost for the first time of your life, separated from your family and friends. You had no idea if we're alive or not.

You were selfish. You didn't even turn back to see or even help. You just fled the scene.

Your wings gave up on you as you crashed through trees of an unknown forest. No leaves to help break your fall. You tumbled out of your bird form and into your human one.

Groaning in pain, you clenched your shirt that hid your wound. You were still bleeding. It was but a small wound.

However, you were poisoned, and it was rapidly reaching your heart.

You surveyed the area in which you had landed in, snow covering your lashes. You searched and searched till your eyes landed on a man from a distance.

He had violet hair and a dark colored kimono with a kasa on top of his head. He was staring down on a gravestone. The name was not visible.

You hadn't realized you crawled your way to him, till you heard your own raspy voice call out to him.

"Please" you begged.

The man turned around to look down at you.

"Help me. I'll do anything," your voice now barely audible.

"Anything?" The man jested. He kneeled down to get a better look at you.

He touched your arm, feeling the black feathers that were there. Because of your injury, you weren't able to properly transform into your human body.

"A raven, hm?"

You felt pathetic. You did not know if this man was a potential enemy or if you should even put your trust in him. Usually, you'd never let anyone even get this close to you, let alone touch you.

However, weren't you dying? You'd take your chances.

"I'll save you, but you must swear your life to me," the man offered.

The snow storm was picking up.

"I want your utmost loyalty, I want you to kill for me. Swear it, and I will save you"

The man lifts your face up to meet with his cold eyes that matched the hue of his hair. You managed to open your mouth. It was a whisper, but he still heard you loud and clear.

"I swear"

_

The crunch of snow alerted the guards of the entrance to Tenshukaku.

They immediately kneeled.

"Lord Scaramouche, we haven't realized you left." One of the guards had said.

Their purple haired Lord that was in front of them hummed.

"You look a little bit ill, my Lord. Are you alright? -"

"Silence, I did not permit you to ask any questions." Scaramouche spat at the other.

"Y-yes, my Lord"

Scaramouche groaned in annoyance, "Pathetic, how long are you going to kneel on the floor?"

The two soldiers immediately got up, fixing their attire out of embarrassment and fear. Scaramouche sighed as he gazed down on the raven, cradled in his arms sound asleep.

The two soldiers looked at one another in confusion but didn't dare to question their Lord.

"Alert the Divine Priestess in Watsumi Island that her presence is needed now. She has work to do here"

"Yes, my Lord, we will send a message -"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you miss when I said her presence is needed now?" The impatience in Scaramouche started to rise every passing second.

"N-no my Lord"

"So then why are you still here?"

"But with this weather, its-"

Scaramouche waved his hand up in a circled motion. Silence. One of the soldiers felt for his mouth only to find he had none. He turned to the untouched soldier with a grim look,

"Should I do the same to you?"

The other soldier shook their head no, as he hurried the other to take their leave and follow their Lord's order.

After the soldiers left the area, Scaramouche opened the doors to his palace. It was quiet, just how he wanted it, how he needed it.

He was feared, even his comrades [the few] that formed an alliance with him coward in his wrath.

He was told he takes this part of himself from his recently deceased mother, The Raiden Shogun, who, too, was once a formidable sorceress.

His pacing to his quarters was slow, fuck, he cursed underneath his breath. His mind wondered about the raven he held in his arms. The main thought came in a form of question, though deep down he already knew the answer.

Will I regret saving this damn raven?

A few months later…

Sounds of horse trotting in the snow were the only thing Scaramouche could hear as he and 3 of his soldiers trailed behind him.

Tsk, where are they? He eyed the gray sky in annoyance.

"My Lord, it seems those traitors are nowhere to be found, I think it'd be best to alert everyone in the Palace of this -"

Scaramouche scoffed a laugh, "I'm not in the mood for such stupidity, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and continue searching, incompetent fool."

Scaramouche averted his eyes back to the sky, where he finally spotted who he was looking for, you, in your raven form. He had a satisfied sigh as he watched you fly down to the ground and into your human form already in a kneeling position.

"My Lord," your voice was very pleasant to his ears.

He got off from his horse to stand in front of your arms crossed. "You're late"

"Apologies, but I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear I found your traitors"

"I trust you've dealt with them?"

"Naturally -" You reached into a bag that was not yours. "-your crown my Lord," you presented to him.

He hummed, very pleased with your actions. "Carry it with you".

"Ofcourse," you picked yourself off from the ground, pocketing back the crown. But to your dismay, your job for today was not quite done.

Scaramouche leaned into your figure. "You don't want your Lord to be made a fool of, do you? There are some mouths you need to hush for me," you eyed your Lord's crazed smile as he twirled a strand of your hair.

"As you wish, my Lord. You don't mind if I get your sword a bit dirty, do you, it's for your sake after all," you gave Scaramouche dirty eyes, not waiting for a reply as you reached towards his hips unsheathing his sword. You sighed at what you needed to do.

"Raven?" One of the soldiers questioned your darken expression as you approached them, completely oblivious to you and Scaramouche's conversation.

You were often called Raven by the people in Inazuma per Scaramouche's order. "Only I can say your name," he claims.

The other soldier to your left was about to flee on his horse, he clearly had put two and two together.

Unfortunately for him, you were faster.

Common birds of the forest flew from their trees at the sound of your comrades, screams, and pleads for mercy, to which you did not heed. The horses of the once soldiers long runned away.

Now, all that was left was a bloody scene with you in the middle of it and your Lord simply watching it on his horse.

You held your face, trying not to show any emotions. Otherwise, you'd get a lecture from Scaramouche as to how your anger and guilt from these "insignificant beings" had it coming.

"Isn't this quite a disadvantage for you? Having me kill your top 3 soldiers, " you asked with your back facing him.

"The least you could do is look at me when asking a question. It's quite disrespectful." He brought his horse closer to you.

You turned to face him, and he eyed you as though you were a masterpiece, regardless of the blood that painted your body. You were visibly pissed and he enjoyed that fact.

"Oh, come on, my most devoted and precious Raven. People talk, and I can't have them tarnishing my name because of this incident. Besides, if they were truly my strongest soldiers, they would have least put up a fight now, wouldn't they?"

It was disgusting to you how he tried to put up a reason as though it was so justifiable.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, "Let us return, so you can clean yourself. The snow will bury their bodies."

You sheathed his sword back onto his hip, transforming back to your raven form and resting yourself on his shoulder.

"What? Didn't want to hold onto me," Scaramouche laughed, to which you cawed at. "Oh yes, tell me how much you love me"

Oh, if you could just poke his eyes out, you would.

_

Once Tenshukaku came into view, you flew off of Scaramouche's shoulder to enter through one of the windows, but not before he called out to you. "I want you in my quarters after you get yourself cleaned."

You left out of his sight, flying into the window of your room. A bath. You needed a bath. You reverted back to your human form, heading straight to the bathroom.

You caught yourself in front of your mirror.

Did I always look like this?

So inhumane, you didn't even feel like a true Raven. Your life was almost the same as it was months ago before you met Scaramouche, but it felt more morbid.

You blamed it on being homesick.

You undressed yourself, entering the shower. You slowly scrub your arms, your legs, your face, everywhere you could. You let the water get hot just enough so the mirror would get foggy. Just enough so it could feel as though you were burning.

You watched the watered-down blood seep down into the drain. You hated him, you hated him so much you had to refrain yourself from screaming or even scratching your face off.

You also hated the fact that though you could very well at least attempt to kill him or, at most, run away, you did not.

You hated him, but he saved you.

You hated him, but he gave you a home.

Where else would you go?

A knock came from your bathroom door. "It's me, Sara"

Kujou Sara was once a loyal right hand under The Radien Shogun's reign, but now under Scaramouche rule, she has been demoted to a mere servant, at times she would be called onto the field.

"Come in," you hear the door open, seeing Sara's figure pass by behind the shower curtains.

"Your specialized dedicated designed uniform that matches perfectly with that of our Lord's is right here for you to wear. Perfabally today before you meet with him, in his quarters, alone, just the two of you," you can practically feel the sarcasticness and spitefulness that comes out of her mouth.

"Is there something you want to say to me, Sara?" You ask as you start to wash your hair.

"Yeah, why are you still here doing his bidding?"

You groaned, "You know exactly why, and watch what you say. You seem to forget that I can easily get you killed."

"Wow, you say that as though we're aren't friends"

"We aren't. Just one word I can say to him about you talking shit and your life is over. Matter, in fact, just your name alone is enough"

"I'm so terrified!! If you wanted to, you would've done it ages ago."

"True. Ugh, can you just get out? Before you get me killed for talking shit with you."

"Raven, we both know that would never happen."

You stayed silent as you turned off the water. Sara pushed her hand through to hand you your towel.

"Thanks" you started to dry off your body.

"How are you feeling?"

"Same as usual, fine." Here we go again, you thought. As much as you appreciated Sara checking up on you, it feels as though you're going insane. A repeated cycle, and the only thing that you can physically see a change in is that you're only getting worse and worse.

Sara sighed at your empty response. "I won't pry, but you are clearly not fine. I'll let you do your thing. But whenever you have the chance to talk, let me know. There's something I need to talk to you about."

And with that, Kujou Sara left your space. You opened the curtains and stepped out the tub. The attire did, in fact, match Scaramouche. Dark colors of purple, red, and black. The measurements of course were perfected, as this isn't the first time he has gotten something tailored just for you.

He confused you so much when he did things like this. You remembered Kujou Sara saying it's because he likes you.... romantically. You immediately denied that idea.

"What does he know about love?"

"And what do you know about it?" Kujou Sara had countered.

The thought of it even being anything remotely close to love sickened you. You didn't even know how to describe your relationship with Scaramouche.

You were obviously his right-hand man, though he calls you "his raven." But there were times where-

You sighed. You didn't have time for this. You buttoned up your clothing and headed out of your room into the dim halls. You didn't want to keep him waiting, did you?

You always noticed how quiet it was in the Palace. Not that nobody worked here, but because they made sure to keep themselves hidden unless Scaramouche asked for their presence.

You made it to his doors, wasting no time to knock. "It's me," you announced.

"Enter"

You opened the doors to his quarters closing it behind you, he was staring outside his window, well was, now his eyes were glued to you. "Do you like your clothes?" He smirked.

Oh, so that's how it was. He knew you would stain your clothes, so he already had something prepared in advance. Your fist tightened for a second before you let them lose.

"They fit, my Lord."

"Such a boring response as expected. I, for one, think it compliments your complexion quite well. You should thank me." It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order.

"Thank you for the gift, my Lord."

"Now stop being so awkward standing there and sit down."

And so you sat down on one of the two chairs near the bookshelves adjacent to the window. You eyed the sweets he left on the coffee table as well the two cups filled with tea.

Scaramouche took a seat on the vacant chair on the opposite side of the table. He smiled at your not so hidden expression. "You can take one, they are your favorite aren't they?" He gloated as he grabbed one of the cups of tea and took a sip.

You suppose this time you can stop playing your game of bitterness. However, taking a bite of one of the sweets did not help the swellness in your heart for even indulging in it.

"As much as I love seeing your face. I did call you for business matters, " Scaramouche said seriously. You are giving him eye contact showing you were giving him your utmost attention.

"As you know I'm quite loved by many-"

"-My Lord."

"It was a joke."

You crossed your arms, and he cleared his thoart before continuing. "I have many targets on my back, as you know. And it seems as though someone in our nation, specifically, a part of this Palace, is trying to dethrone me."

You took a sip out of your cup tea. "Who?"

"For once I do not know, I do have a list of suspects." He looked at you, and you raised an eyebrow at his strong stare.

"I must apologize. A tiny bit apart of me wants to say it's you. But I strongly believe you wouldn't cross me."

"Of course I wouldn't, I owe you my life," you said wholeheartedly. Even though you'd cursed his name at times, you meant every word.

You missed how his eyes went soft for a second.

"Yes, you owe me your life. And don't you ever forget that," he sighed. "Anyways, I need you to look over the list of people. It goes from most to least likely based on my judgment." He handed you a folded sheet of paper which you took.

"Should I kill any one of them if caught?" You said way too quickly for your taste. You cursed yourself for even saying that. Why did you even suggest that?

Scaramouche eyed you closely, letting out a light laugh. "No, my dear Raven. I would rather have them alive. I will deal with them personally. I just want your own judgment on the matter."

You nodded in understanding.

"I've told no one else, so it's just between me and you as always. You should feel honored that I place all of my trust in you. Don't betray it. " Though it's seemed like a threat to your ears, you almost had mistaken it as a plead.

Almost.

You grabbed the door about to take your leave till Scaramouche lightly shut it behind you, whispering. "Also, from now on, do not let yourself be seen changing in or out of your raven form."

You wanted to question the last part, but you closed your mouth out of hesitantance. Scaramouche opened the door for you, "Its getting late, yeah? You had a long day, so get some rest, we have work to do later in the afternoon. "

"Yes, my Lord, have a goodnight."

You walked back to your room and sat yourself on your bed, looking over the list Scaramouche gave you before you left:

Kujou Sara

Yae Miko

Shikanoin Heizou

Kamisato Clan

Sangonomiya Kokomi

Kaedehara Kazhua

To be honest, you thought it'd be much longer. Though you suppose it had to be someone with some sort of close connection to Scaramouche to want to go against him.

Then again, it's not a surprise that someone even wants to go against him. Scaramouche is a powerful king and sorcerer who is hated by all, even his people. Yet, seeing Kujou Sara's name at the top sends some worry in you because if you need to,

You would have to kill her, even if she is your friend.

#genshin impact #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin x reader #radien Shogun #angst #Spotify

[0bsessed-jay]

To be honest I am waiting for the sorry ass apology from Alex. I won't forgive him even if the apology is good. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness. He doesn't deserve all the support he got. He doesn't deserve anything. I am not telling him to die.I feel like Alex is taking so long either bc he is trying to think of what to say or editing photos of the proof And here is another thing I figured out if he didn't like mandelansfw Hear me out. He would have said something. Why didn't he?? Hear me out let me explainHe did say something about it but deleted the post right? What if he secretly liked that art that was going around he only said something about the alternates not himself or anyone He would have said something if he didn't like that yk yk I forgot what I thought yesterday

My heart goes to all the victims I hope u are able to heal and we support you. And people who are saying "I was a victim too" for clout stop it's not funny or cool there is actual people who is suffering bc of what he did. To the people who are like "Imma stay Netural" There is enough proof to say Alex is a fucked up person and you have to accept that. To the people who are gonna ignore the fact or still support him willingly knowing what he is. What is wrong with u I am not trying to be mean but please open your eyes. He harmed and did some weird things to minors

I heard he has like a scent fetish or a gender fetish I am not sure if that is true but if it is that weird as hell. Alex kister u never having my support again. Crazy how I wanted to meet you b4 your true colors came to light

But that's enough yapping and talking about this for right now

I feel like we should stop talking about it to let the victims heal also keep talking about it bc they deserve justice. I hope AK goes to jail and goes to therapy and becomes a better person cuz what the fuck dude also I have a song that is so him I am not trying to joke around but this song makes me think of the asshole

#tmc #alex kister #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue

[cupofikeu]

Ꮺ   …      TWO TRUTHS & A LIE ˒ L. HEESEUNG

playing hindi tayo pwede by the juans ・ gender netural reader + word count 962 genre angst .. filo au .. situationship warnings mentions of : citrus fruit .. reckless drivers .. kissing — trans. & cred. to byhees for the cute layout

you love the rain.

there’s this certain serenity that accompanies those pretty dew drops. maybe it’s in the way they pitter patter upon the asphalt. or perhaps it’s the striking color palette of your umbrella that contrasts the skies’ gloomy visage.

(people always did say that lemons make the best remedy. you just so happen to have more than several duplicates of the citrus fruit printed on your shield.)

of course, there’s some frustration that comes with sudden rainfall. such as wearing white shoes that already get teased by fellow footwear through the method of stepping on them. you also can’t forget calculating how much force you must put into leaping over puddles like you’re competing in the olympics.

(well it’s shoes vs. life. and seeing as how even speed bumps can’t prevent drivers from embracing their inner dominic torreto, you’ll take your chances with the soaked footwear.)

but there is no serenity, white shoes, puddles, or fast and furious au characters.

it’s just you and heeseung. your umbrella and his (one vibrant noon and the other, bland midnight). and heavy rainfall lingering by the corner.

you and him; we and us.

at first, you thought it was merely a dream. maybe you stayed up too late and too often—to the point where even when you’re awake, your restless mind wrapped you up in such vivid scenarios.

(if only it was that active during class discussions. then your grades would be the only thing you would have been worrying over during that week.)

after the words came the gesture. and the thing about it is it doesn’t matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

there was no way your mind could suddenly concoct the feeling that came out of his java chip-stained lips against yours. nor could it accurately etch the firm yet careful press of his hands upon your waist—a grip you’d become accustomed to later rather than sooner.

(another thing to acknowledge is that no matter how familiar you become with that little habit of his, it doesn’t stop being a trigger. you know.. for the fireworks that sear across your body because those lithe fingertips love retracing their prints on your bare skin.)

but now he has a hand wrapped around the handle of his umbrella. its partner is tucked safely in his coat pocket; as if the thick material would keep the tremors at bay.

and you? you’re hoping this is merely a dream.

because if there’s any best time for your mind to get imaginative, it’s now.

you were the endgame.

so many things look good on heeseung. in fact, if you wanted to, you could compile a whole book filled with things that complement the raven-haired male. that would have been a unique gift for your dating anniversary..

‘have been’ being the key word.

“alam mo..” your stupid voice is already on the verge of breaking. but your stubbornness does not understand the concept of timing, hence why you’re determined to follow through. “kahit maikli lang ang panahon na binigay sa atin, ang dami kong naranasan at naramdaman. higit sa lahat, naging masaya ako. kaya, salamat.. bambi.”

bambi. your bambi.

even though you can’t remember it vividly anymore, you can recall the way his lips waned into a meek smile. and just like how the icing can’t be complete without the cherry (you dislike icing, he constantly picks off cherries—the irony), the crimson hue on the tips of his ears always accompany his replication of the glowing crescent hung above your heads.

“salamat din, tink. hindi ka nagdala ng liwanag sa buhay ko, kasi ikaw mismo ang naging liwanag ko. ewan ko kung may secret ability ka, pero tuwing bumibigat yung loob ko, at tinago ko yun mula sa mundo, you were always there to make sure i didn’t carry the weight by myself.”

fuck it. you no longer care if the downpour drenches you; glues your clothes to your skin.

your umbrella falls limp by your side while you wrap your arms around heeseung. it hurts and soothes your aching soul when you feel him immediately copy your gesture.

“i love you.” you murmur into his shoulder.

“i love you too.”

one of you has to pull away. it’s a known fact; an idea neither of you want to accept.. but that’s just how reality works, doesn’t it?

heeseung decides to sort of take one for the team. it doesn’t fully count when his hands merely travel back to a familiar place: your waist.

after two days—fourty eight (48) hours of not being able to rest his trembling hands upon that space, he’s afraid it’s fading from his mind. one more time, the cold pads of his fingers walk across those invisible lines. he caresses the unfamiliar spanse, commits them to memory again.

then, with plenty of reluctance, he takes his hands off to grasp something important to you. a sheepish laugh echoes from the depths of his cracked heart as he holds your umbrella above your head. “hindi ko alam kung kailangan mo pa ‘to..”

“oo nga, parang walang kwenta na gamitin yan ngayon.” you reply, the shadow of a smile lingering on your countenance.

after sharing some deliberation and more laughter, you keep the shield over your head. heeseung chooses the same approach, despite his raven tresses already clinging to his forehead. it makes sense, seeing as how the conclusion you two fell upon is that getting sick is just like almost every other aspect in life; it isn’t guaranteed.

just as you begin your walk to your house, he calls out your name. you turn on your heel to see him standing there, looking at you with a golden gleam in his doe eyes.

“sana kapag pwede na, pwede pa.”

taglist haven’t thought of it yet..

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enha scenarios #enha imagines #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #enhypen blurbs #enha blurbs #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #heeseung x reader #enhypen #enha #lee heeseung #heeseung

[it-happened-one-fic]

Home - Vash

Author Notes: Random Trigun fic! Go! This one is another super self-indulgent birthday fic for myself. It's been a little bit since I finished watching Trigun Stampede, but I really enjoyed and wrote this. I just kind of wanted to give Vash some flowers after everything was said and done. Reader is gender-netural, I hope you enjoy!

Type: Fluff/ set in Trigun Stampede/ gender neutral reader

Word count: 901

It had been quite some time since we’d last seen Vash, and while it was a sadness that he stayed away for such long periods, it was also a blessing. Because every time he came home, he was hurt.

But he was back again, for the first time in years, and he was hurt again. Hurt, broken, and more emotionally scarred than he had been when we’d last seen him.

And despite all of that, when I opened the door with a smile on my face to welcome him home, Vash smiled back at me. Ever happy, friendly, and impossibly kind, even though he’d been rejected by so many and hurt so frequently.

“Y/n! Hey, it’s been so long,” He sat forward, all goofy smiles and long flailing limbs, as he attempted to work himself into a somewhat comfortable position. 

I shook my head with a smile, unable to figure out exactly how Vash could be… Well, Vash. It seemed so impossible to be so openly warm and kind when he’d faced such horrors. Horrors that, truthfully speaking, I could never really imagine.

“It has been a long time; I’ve been wondering when you’d come back.” I grinned at him, my tone teasingly accusatory, and causing him to lean back with a laugh. Rubbing at the back of his neck like he was ashamed, even though both of us knew I was just messing with him.

“How have the flowers been going? Neither Brad nor Luida mentioned them, they were too busy welcoming me back or scolding me,” His words made me chuckle slightly as I entered the room, careful to keep my hands behind my back in the hopes of hiding his gift that I’d been working on for countless years now.

“As they should have. Besides, it looks like you busted your arm again; of course Brad was going to scold you,” I eyed the cracked green metal. Knowing full well that it meant that he’d no doubt put himself in some sort of impossibly risky position to save people who may or may not have rejected him.

But I didn’t let my concerns show. Instead, I kept smiling and messing around with the man who hadn’t changed, even though it had quite possibly been centuries since he’d last visited.

I couldn’t quite bring myself to broach the matter of the flowers when I was hiding such a gift behind me. 

Yellow flowers, with brightly shining faces that never failed to remind me of the man in front of me and his dauntless kindness. So like the sun that rose every day and, though it had the power to destroy, instead provided us with the light and warmth needed to survive.

They were my greatest success and were flowers that I myself had cultivated. But more importantly, they had one singular purpose. To bring some joy and warmth into the life of the man who filled everyone else's lives with joy, warmth, and did his best to protect us even when he was scorned and rejected. Much like how we might hate the sun when it was too hot a day.

I had considered red flowers. After all, the only color Vash had ever mentioned liking was red. But, in truth, it was the color yellow that reminded me of Vash. And some selfish part of me wanted my gift to him to be special, just as he was to me.

“Y/n?” His voice brought me snapping back to the moment, my eyes widening as I noticed him staring at me curiously.

He’d been talking to me, but I had no idea what he’d been saying. And it was ridiculous to be so caught up in my thoughts when I’d been waiting for him to come back for so long.

“Sorry, I was just thinking Vash,” I shrugged, smiling awkwardly as I raised my shoulders in an almost apologetic way. And Vash frowned but nodded. Not asking, because he wasn’t one to push but always one to accept. 

I sighed, stepping towards him and, at last, producing the bouquet from behind me in lieu of an explanation. 

“Welcome home, Vash. I know they’re not red like those flowers you told me about all those years ago, but these are flowers I cultivated, and they reminded me of you.” I couldn’t bring myself to meet his wide-eyed gaze as I explained myself awkwardly.

But even when I’d first started cultivating these flowers, I knew that actually presenting them to Vash would be awkward, even despite how comfortable I was with the lanky man who called this place his home.

“The flowers are doing well; you can take these as evidence of this fact,” I at last looked up at his face, only to see tears starting to blossom in those bright blue eyes of his.

Before I could even utter his name with a sigh, I was crushed into a hug. The flowers had, at some point, been swiftly snatched from my hands and sat on the side table. Something that only he could do with that sometimes inhuman speed of his.

I laughed slightly as my arms wrapped around him responsively, “Vash.” His name bubbled out of my mouth. My voice filled with amusement at his eternally weepy disposition. 

But then he spoke, his voice filled with emotion as his face pushed into my shoulder, “Yeah… I’m home, Y/n.”

#Trigun Stampede x reader #Trigun Stampede #Trigun #Vash x reader #Vash the stampede #Vash the stampede x reader #reader insert #gender-neutral reader #Flowers #fluff #Vash x you #Vash x y/n #fanfiction #mywritings #it-happened-one-fic

[lills-and-kay-chaos]

GlitchyK being an Erebus simp/ Erebus & Voci edits

Usual simp - Angst - the two vibin - wholesome - netural(?)

Multiple colors = more than one/unsure

Bold = Erebus (anything half bold is Erebus and voci, just normal italics is voci)

I’m so normal about her

“Walkin like a rock star”

I wish

Warning, hot

“Can’t control my body”

She can do anything better than you

My obsession (hj)

Brain go brrrrrr

I’m a simp I’ll admit it fuck yeah

If you’re looking for the main attraction

“Choose your character”

What is logical?

Very hot

Pretty colors

Cute hot pretty bad

Two birds on a wire

I wanna take you away

All my troubles are a burning fire

It’s about to go down

You’re beautiful don’t have to try

Our work is never over

Never

I’ve lost my mind…

Like I said I’m EXTREMELY normal about her—

Whatever I’ve done

Look at this cutie

Is your memory card set correctly?

You with the dark curls

Hug me

Up… down

Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping.

He’s a gentleman

She’s so damn fine

Just Voci bein a lil… slow

Called to the devil and the devil said hey

^

Okay there, all 35 that I have so far. (As of Feb 15th)

You will continue to shine like gold in my memories.

Always on my mind

California love

I need her biblically

Honey pie

Carnival

Ride like a rodeo

#glitchyk random edits #glitchyk being a simp #glitchyk #rabid mercenary #capcut template #tadc #tadc oc #not my oc #Erebus #Erebus and voci

[xomoosexo]

Jesus Christ WTF, NO Matpat didn't vote for Trump, I don't know wtf the last anon is talking about. Look at the risk of starting some sort of war in your blog, here's the most netural way I can explain his deal:

Matpat is a cishet 36 year old male with white privilage and a long, long internet history. This dude was around when racism was funny and sex was how you got views on youtube. As such his older videos have outdated perspectives on things like sexism (see GT "Best Boobs in Gaming"), Disassociative Identity Disorder (see: Mario is Mental/Wilbur Soot ARG). They're not super problematic but the phrasing and images used in the older vidoes reflect the times which was circa 2011-2016. He's said before he's sorry and regrets some of them.

He also participated as a guest -AND DID NOT FUCKING DONATE 3 MILLION DOLLARS WTF-- for Mark Rober's Color the Spectrum charity, which raised 4 million total (NOT BY MATT) for Next for Autism. NOT AUTISM SPEAKS. While not the greatest charity in the world, Next for Autism still maintains a 4 star rating on Charity Naviator and lacks any sort of controversy listing on wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NEXT_for_AUTISM). It is a charity that has done multiple celeb fundraisers including all of the Night of Too Many Stars charities run by Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert. If you want to take down Matpat for this, then you have to also take down every single NotMS participant plus everyone in Mark Rober's charity, including Jack Black and Mark Hamill. Look, I don't happen to think Next for Autism is the best charity, in fact I personally wouldn't donate to them because I think our neurodivergent friends need more agency in their own healthcare whenever possible. I also agree autistic people need to have a greater say in planning these charities in their names, BUT I don't happen to think everyone who supproted a charity that, again, when you google it, has a high ranking on charity ranking websites, are fucking ableists.

As for the Trump thing...that rumor probably started because Matpat did a Game Theory episode about the Five Nights at Freddy's dude Scott Cawthon's donations to Trump and he didn't condemn the guy. Honestly, I don't want to be this big of a Matpat dickrider but MY GOD the constant hatred towards a nothingburger of a man has got to fucking stop. It's driving me crazy.

oh wow anon so matpat has been getting the dream treatment?

#i still know nothing about matpat #askies

[bylerscanon]

byler headcanons yeahahahahah:

-they write comics together, mike does the storyboarding, writing and some character designs, along with character arcs, personalities etc. will does all the art, makes the final character designs which mike falls inlove with everytime. if they dont like a comic they make, el will take it and finish it on her own!!

-will plants fruits and veggies, mike plants flowers

-will likes spring, because it has a lot of colors and the season isnpires a lot of wills artwork. mike likes fall, because he likes more soft, netural colors and enjoys the cold, but doesn't want to be freezing all the time.

-dustin begs them every halloween to do a cheesy couples costume together. sometimes they'll agree, and dustin will make them matching costumes. (yes i believe dustin is very good with sewing, clothing making etc dont ask) will and mike both secretly love the costumes, but never admit it to eachother, afraid the other will find it stupid.

-will has good clothing sense, mike on the otherhand, will and has shown up to dates wearing a hoodie with a hole in the shoulder, grey sweatpants and flip flops with socks. will took him home.

-they'll make mixtapes for eachother

-they both pinned for eachother for a long time, will knew that it was a romantic love, didn't try to stop it, because he knew he couldnt. mike just thought that it was because he lost will and didn't want to lose him again. eventually both lucas and el knocked some sense into him.

-DOUBLE DATES!! lumax and byler, elmax and byler, and since dustin cant come along with suzie, lucas will come along with dustin so he doesn't feel like a third wheel!

-el comes on a lot of byler dates, but will makes sure to not leave eleven out, knowing how it feels to be a third wheel

-will likes pastel, warm colors, mike likes netural colors (brown, tan, grey, black etc)

-will would always do this thing where he'll give himself a full body shake before doing something he was nervous about, mike copies him now. every once in a while they'll do it in sync, and dustin, in the most excited voice will go, "OH MY GOD!! YOU GUYS ARE IN SYNC!! YOU DID THE SHAKY THINGY AT THE SAME TIME!!"

-mike really likes doing rubix cubes, will was just watch him do them in complete awe.

-mike plays guitar, will plays piano.

-whenever they cook, mike has to cut the onions because will cannot deal with the fact that he always tears up when he cuts onions

ok thats all, i suck at headcanons pls spare me :)

#byler

[choaticmessakafrankfan]

Decided to show one of my other welcome home ocs (I'm not doing it in order TvT but I have one many and keep making more.... Somebody take my phone and tablet as well as with my art supplies away from me T^T) she has had two more designs before this one and her house has had one design before this one. Her colors for the house and herself is a bit different but I only drew her on my phone before so.. Yeah. Fun fact:her house is the same color as her and she is a puppet doll. Her name is lueba doll another fun fact:her first name is just doll in another language so her name is just doll doll which is kinda funny.....

Her relationship with Wally is uhm well not the best but none of my ocs really even like Wally it's more like they either hate him, can't stand him (which I guess is the same as hating him) or just is like netural towards him. Her mouth is sewed together after reasons (a little hint I guess but she's a little crazy and so she seeded her mouth together uhm that's yeah like I said shes a bit crazy/insane) but she can still talk (don't ask why) she just is forever smiling ok uhm bye

#oc #welcome home #welcome home oc #wh #lueba doll

[s4kasaki]

Hello~, may I request Rei and/or Rinne hcs with an s/o who dresses/like lolita fashion. Both goth lolita & pastel (cute) lolita; thank you in advance

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is.. does this mean.. the . The KEY. did I just get an anon.... (HAHA SORRY FOR SUCH AN EXAGGERATING REACTION) but yes, you may

♡︎ — rei & rinne | a s/o who likes and dresses in loilta fashion!

‣ tws/cws: none;

‣ reader: gender netural - they/them

‣ authors note: this was that request I was excited to write. this might be a little short but I hope I reached the goal I was tryna write and also what you wanted!

☆ — SAKUMA.

He is intrigued by the style you have going on! And your fixation on it. You look so beautiful with all of those frills and ruffles, fine lace, and embroidered edges... He might have to eat you up!

Light-pastel lolita isn’t exactly to his tastes if you asked him, Rei can’t deny he’s drawn to Gothic lolita. If you ever ask him for outfit advice he points you to the dark ribbons and tights, always recommending mainly black, red, and white colors

He loves how cute you are in any style nonetheless; it only gets worse when you’re all dressed up and adorable in your lolita outfits. He’s continuously staring softly, wondering what he ever did to deserve someone so perfectly lovely as you. He reminds you of it hourly that you are beyond gorgeous, especially in public cause he doesn't care! You're drop-dead beautiful and the world should see and know it

He's mentioned a few times how he wouldn't mind trying some of your clothing on to see how it would look like on him, he knows he has a good figure and he also knows he would rock gothic Lolita. He has had no prior interests in cross-dressing or drag, but those big puffy frilly dresses just look too adorable and soft! When you do manage to get him in a dress he’s very cooperative, letting you apply makeup as he smiles and giggles all the while~ though you must admit, he looks pretty good in a dress!

Would be knocked out cold if you, got/made a cute lolita style dress based the undead outfit.

Just adores you and your fashion to an extent, and never fails to compliment you like crazy ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

☆ — RINNE.

the embodiment of beautiful, is that you? He thinks you're super cute!! He seriously thinks you're trying to kill him at this rate! Because you look truly look like a doll and he is all down. Lots of flirting!!

He's a big fan of the pastel, sweet and cutesie Lolita — it truly makes you look adorable! but he never lets your dresses and aesthetic fool him, he never knows when you might just attack him! Playfully of course... hopefully. The first time he saw you wearing cute Lolita he was shocked it was even you.

He will talk about your fashion non-stop to his unitmates and his fans, about how cute you look and talking about: "that's my partner! I'm so fuckin lucky!!! I bet you guys are jealous >:)"

He'll buy you pretty much anything, all you need to do is ask! He really can't help but say yes to you… even when you tell him he doesn't have to say yes all the time.

Will make you model all of them for him. And it ends up turning into a photoshoot damn near which you tease him relentlessly about. He's blushing the whole time he takes photos of you, and if you let him: He most definitely will post those photos on Instagram and flaunt you off to all his fans.

One thing that makes him incredibly weak is when you come to one of his performances in a soft lolita dress. He doesn't know exactly why you have this effect on him while he's up on stage singing, maybe because you being the crowd pushes him to do his absolute best to make you swoon over him!

He has probably tried on one of your dresses before while you weren't around and you had suddenly walked in on him posing and taking photos or himself and he was so embarased about it, he couldn't ever let it go. Unfortunately... (• ▽ •;)

He can't keep his hands to himself when he sees you in those fancy clothing, so you'll have to fix up some things in your outfit cause he will DEFINITELY ruin some of it. he feels kinda bad afterwards

#꒰ 🌸;; hcs ̖́- #rei sakuma x reader #rei sakuma #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars imagines #enstars imagines #rinne amagi x reader #rinne amagi #🗝️