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sgnjimmy · 2 months

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Hey can you do something about Owen Knight and the Black Reader to help Owen Reader study for a math test and be fluff thank you

𝓞𝔀𝓮𝓷 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

≛ 𝙰/𝚗: so sorry for taking so much time with your request ((one year of delay is crazy, im terrible sorry)). I had so much fun starting this but then I just got stuck, so my bad. If you have any complaints or if you want something fixed let me know, I'll see what I can do. also, he might be a bit OOC, but that's bc he's mesmerized 😍.

≛ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 999.

Owen has his eyes fixated on you as you're explaining the same math problem for the third time today. You probably would be mad at him if you knew he's paying more attention to your pretty lips, rather than your lovely voice. But the blonde couldn't care less about school stuff when you were sat, prettily, right beside him — at an arm 's length of distance. He's so glad you agreed to help him with this, and even more so for coming to his house to do it.

He should feel guilty, and if he stopped to think about the whole situation for a minute, he is.

The truth was that Owen didn't really have any problems with math, you see. He just saw an opportunity to get close to you and the boy took it without blinking an eye. At the end it was all worth it, he can finally admire you up close, and…

God, what a sight, Owen thinks smiling.

Your skin looks so soft, he wishes to touch it but, of course, he refrains himself. He doesn't want to scare you off when he just now got you alone in a room with him.

Owen entertains himself by smelling the perfume you have on. He wonders which brand it is and where he can get it… Maybe he can sneak a question about it later.

Owen’s so lost that he's daydreaming about buying clothes like yours and spraying your perfume on it so he can pretend it's you.

Your voice brings him back to reality.

“Hey, hey. Owen?” You wave your hand in front of him. “You there?”.

“Sorry, so sorry. What were you saying, pretty?”

There. Pretty. Owen always drops pet names when talking to you, and it sounds so effortless that it has your heart skipping a beat. You only hope Owen doesn't notice the way you quickly pursed your lips in response.

“Mm, I know it's a lot. We can take a break if you want.”

A break? Great! Owen thinks. Now he'll have the chance to actually talk with you instead of just staring.

After making up his mind Owen gets up from his chair.

“Yeah, sure. Do you want anything? A drink? Snack?” The blond asks you with a smile.

The kind of smile that had you daydreaming of him. The kind of smile made you say fold when Owen came up to you between classes to congratulate you about your latest score. All the teachers were talking about it, and one even mentioned it in Owen's clase. Since you two weren't in the same class it was hard for Owen to talk freely with you but he still didn't want to give up.

So when he heard the news it was like a sign from heaven, telling him to ask you to tutor him since you were such a good student.

“I'm good. Don't wor–”

“No, it's fine. Just ask away.”

You don't reply right away. Still contemplating what you should do. After a couple of breaths you figure that Owen is trying to be a good host. You should just accept his kind offer, after all maybe when he sees you're taken care of he'll concentrate on the actual task in hand, math.

So you give in, and tell yourself it got nothing to do with his pretty smile.

“Just a sandwich will do, thanks.”

“Great” Owen starts to turn to leave but when he sees you're copying him, the blond stops in his tracks. “No, no. Wait here, I'll be back in a second.”

Owen is not back in a second. Instead it looks like he's taking his sweet time making that sandwich.

You began to question if you should go down the stairs and check what's going on but before you can get up from your chair, Owen walks through his bedroom door. You notice he holds a wooden tray with two plates, cups and a jar of juice.

As you watch him approach you make room on his study table.

"Here." He says, placing a plate in front of you.

You guys fall into a comfortable silence while eating. After the food is gone, Owen decides to make a move, asking you things to get to know more of you. It starts with what lotion you use, he compliments it's smell and told you it suited you.

As the minutes went off, you got more comfortable chatting with him about anything and also answering the questions he threw now and then. The sun was already setting and you two didn’t even notice.

A ring from your phone interrupted you as you spoke in reply to Owen's latest question.

“It's my parents.” You explain as you read the messages on your phone. “Shit, it's 9 already… Sorry, but I should get going.”

You get up from your chair to gather your things from the table.

“No, i'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you here so late. I didn't even notice it got so late.” Owen hands you the books you brought, helping you pack your things.

“Don't stress about it. Is just that my parents are worried about me walking home late.”

“I'll walk you.”

You make a noise from surprise.

“What? It's fine, you–”

“I can walk you.” Owen opens the door of his room and makes a gesture for you to go first. “It's only fair, since it's my fault that you're here at this hour.”

“You don't need to trouble yourself, I'll–”

“I insist.” Owen simply says, but what gets you it's that on his face lays that damn smile. “Please, angel.” He adds, and you give in for the second time today.

You just might do so for the rest of your life if he keeps this up.

Owen isn't aware of it but since he met you he's been playing dirty. Those heavenly blue eyes and soft smile. The pet names and light touches. He had you since day one.

But he didn't need to know that…

#owen x reader #owen knight x reader #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker #fem! reader #wb x reader #owen wind breaker

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slightly-gay-pogohammer · 5 months

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As a non homestuck, what deos that mean👀

ough i wanted to be vague and quick but no i wasn't im so sorry fnsdmag tw for transphobia mostly i guess

homestuck ends. it's a somewhat open ended ending and they dont show the "proper" final battle, but it was implied in the comic already how it was going to go. a lot of people remained disappointed in that, but i personally think its a good one

people keep pestering hussie, creator of the comic, to continue the story

hussie, well known troll (haha) who more often than not both praised and made fun of the fandom directly in the comic, writes the epilogues. they're mostly awful and they're the umpteenth big fuck you to the fandom really; one is the "shipping" ending where everything goes bad bc everyone focuses only on shipping, the one is the "fighting" ending where everything goes bad and everyone fucking dies basically. it has some good ideas, there's more fourth wall breaking, but overall its an inconsistent sexist and misoginistic mess made out of spite by someone who clearly didn't want to work on homestuck anymore

it also features character assassination, be it "this character who's entire plot was about not wanting to be alone anymore is now a sex-crazed maniac who doesnt take no as an answer", "this character who was groomed all her life to be a dictator actually becomes hitler" or "this character who a lot of people hc as mtf is now ftm, but specifically in a timeline, in the other they still identify as female". you could argue it's bc the story is about one of the characters having a villain arc and managing to take control of the story and rewrite them, but he's also regressed to be someone who's obsessed with a character we were told he wasn't in love with anymore AND also says transphobic stuff so.

hussie actually opens the epilogues with one of the character saying pretty clearly that they're "beyond canon", and makes sure that everyone known that anything written outside of the comic itself, including sidecomics, videogames and the epilogues themselves, is as canon as you want it to be. unfortunately homestuck fans cant read and that + the fact that the epilogue end in a cliffhanger, homestuck 2 has to happen

hussie wants nothing to do with it and leaves the project to someone else. they give little to no details of the plot if not a few plotpoints, one of which being the fact that a character must be named yiffany

one of the people who was supposed to work on hs2 and the tie-in visual novel games "friendsim" starts fights with readers on twitter and is later on outed as a really bad person of the biphobic and ableist variety

on a minor note, some updates are patreon exclusive, and not in a "they'll eventually be posted" way, but in a "either you follow the patreon or you dont get the whole experience" kind of way

the story also has to follow the aformentioned sexist transphobic racist bullshit, to which they add terribly written "bury your gays" plot and also cheating!! no matter the timeline my girl kanaya gets shafted and cheated on and by now im gonna be real it really smells like lesbophobia in here

also futa jokes. like we all agree that the candy jade situation is fucked up right

in all of this, "what pumpkin" actually starts drama with a youtuber or something. idk. it's the team that sells the hs merch it's even more complicated. oh and also the videogame being so delayed that's a whole can of worms too.

anyway hussie actually says that they dont give a shit no more about homestuck and sell the rights to someone else. first thing we're told is that they're going to drop the 2 from the title of homestuck 2, turning it into homestuck: beyond canon. pretty much openly saying that no, this has nothing to do with homestuck, and it's officially Not Canon.

#gio replies #i love shitting on anything homestuck after homestuck

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 10 months

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hii! im kinda having a hard time rn so i wanted to request a marilyn x fem reader. they are gfs and both work at nevermore. the reader is having a hard time with some stuff and marilyn starts to notice over a couple of days (at the house and at the school). marilyn sits the reader down and tries to talk with them but the reader just says they’re “fine”.

a couple days later while they are doing their routine before work and the reader starts breaking down into tears and explains to marilyn how they are feeling. (a lot of fluff/marilyn going full protective mode)

Yess!!! Since I've read you're not okay, I decided to give priority to your request. Look, I don't know what are the problems you're having, but you have to know that everything always is gonna be all right. I suffered a lot of problems when I was at school years ago, and those days were the worst of my life.

But now I'm a new person, and I don't care what other people thinks about me. I know I can't do nothing to cheer you up, all I can do is to write this for you, and to let you to know that here is a friend to listen to you if you want to talk to someone!! Be strong and love yourself, it's the only way to happiness :)

Every little thing, gonna be all right

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt & comfort, mentions of depression

Word count: 2,254

Summary: You’re having a hard time, and there is no one who could cheer you up, or so you thought

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!! Sorry about the language mistakes, and please, be happy, life is wonderful!!!

The beep of the alarm clock brought you out of one of your anguishing nightmares. Normally you had no problem getting up, but for a few days, it was more difficult than ever. You turned off that horrible sound with a sudden blow and looked at the ceiling with a blank look.

“Another shitty day…” You whispered in a low voice.

Next to you, your girlfriend moved as she did every morning, hugging you half asleep.

“Good morning… (Y/N),” she said with her voice still asleep.

You hugged her to your chest.

Marilyn wasn't the problem. There was really nothing wrong with your life. You had a job, a house, a perfect girlfriend. Anyone looking at your life from the outside could be envious. That wasn't what made you wake up tired, sad.

It was some kind of transitory phase, or so you thought. Stress was also to blame. It was exam time and you had a lot of work. You stayed up very late correcting and that also led to a terrible lack of sleep.

You were depressed, listless, but you couldn't show it, not in front of her. Marilyn was so kind and so protective that she would surely call Larissa to tell her that you couldn't go to work, that you needed her care and words of encouragement. You probably needed them, but you didn't want to admit it.

It was enough that you were like this. You didn't want your girlfriend to suffer. She was too empathetic and you didn't want to give her a hard time. You decided to hide.

“Good morning, Mari,” you said, feigning a happier tone. She snuggled closer to you with a warm smile.

“I don't want to go to work…” She whispered childishly. “I want to stay here with you.”

If it wasn't for her, you'd be completely lost. Her words were the only thing that kept you tied to reality. Without her you would have gone completely crazy.

A thunder was heard outside. The weather was not helping your spirit. It hadn't stopped raining for three days, and that could depress even Marilyn, who always seemed like the happiest person in the world.

The idea of getting out of work was tempting, but you shook your head, noticing how the redhead fell asleep again.

“Come on, lazy girl. Larissa is going to kill us if we're late again,” you said, shaking her gently. She made a groan of protest as you pulled back the covers and looked up at you with a tired look.

“Lately we've never been late…” She sighed, sitting up on the bed. You were taking off your pajamas to get into the shower and you looked at her with some embarrassment. She was right. Normally your love made you lose track of time in the mornings. You've already been reprimanded several times for being more than an hour late.

But not anymore. You hadn't made love for days. You knew Marilyn didn't want to bring it up. Your tiredness was very evident in your eyes. You felt guilty, worthless for not being able to give your girlfriend all the love you had for her. That conversation would come soon, but you tried to make it as late as possible.

“I know, there's a lot of work and…” You started to excuse yourself, taking off your pajama shirt. Marilyn smiled warmly at you, and she hugged you from behind, kissing your now bare shoulder.

“Calm down, (Y/N). It wasn't a reproach...” She whispered to you, giving you a pat on the back. “Just an observation,” she teased, winking at you.

You made a superhuman effort to smile back as you went into the bathroom. A hot shower would certainly do you good, but you can’t have good luck even with that.

“Ahhh! Damn!” You yelled, feeling a jet of icy water on your body. Marilyn ran in.

“My God, what's wrong?” The redhead asked, stunned by your abrupt reaction.

“The, the hot water…” You stammered. “It, it doesn't work…” Your words trailed off at the same time that the water began to heat up.

Marilyn shook her head and gave a slightly wary smile.

“(Y/N), you have to wait a while, you know…” She told you, incredulous by your reaction.

You were angry. Angry for making a fool of yourself, for feeling frustrated and for not being able to vent. You would never think of paying for it with her. It wasn't her fault, no one was.

Things were as always. A hot shower with your girlfriend, a quick breakfast, and a horrible cold when you leave the house.

“Let's go in my car today,” you said, pressing the keys’ button. Marilyn nodded, but when she turned her gaze, her face changed.

“Umm, (Y/N)…” she said shyly, nodding towards the vehicle.

“What?” You asked, opening the door. The rain was starting to wear off your patience. Marilyn only pointed to one of the wheels. “Oh, no”

It was punctured. Definitely everything around you seemed to be against you. You snorted and leaned your head against the vehicle.

“Surely it was the other day branch. I told you we should have taken a better look,” The redhead said, putting a hand on your back.

You pursed your lips and stepped away from the car. You had to make a great effort not to answer rudely or abruptly.

“Yeah, I've noticed, thanks,” you said with your voice a little wrapped in anger.

The road to Nevermore was as boring as ever. Whenever you weren't driving, you were the DJ, playing upbeat and uplifting music to start the day off right. Not that day, you only listened to the local radio station.

“(Y/N), are you alright? Normally I have to fight with you to turn down the music,” Marilyn asked you.

You looked at her briefly and then put your head back on your hand.

“My head hurts,” you lied, although the lie was even worse.

“Don't worry, when we arrive we'll ask the nurse for an aspirin and…”

“No, no, no. I'll pass. It must be the pressure change due to the storm...”

There was no further conversation and you were grateful that it was so. You didn't want to speak badly to her, she didn't deserve it. She gave everything for you, always, and you used to do the same. You used to.

The classes were bad. Your patience was running low, and you didn't feel like joking like you used to. You were abrupt, sulking, not wanting to put up with the whispers of the kids. Naturally they noticed and kept silent, looking at you almost fearfully.

The bell rang and you felt a certain release.

“Go away...” You sighed, letting yourself fall into the chair. The students looked at you strangely, surely wondering where their usual teacher was, the one who always joked when explaining a writer’s life.

It was too late for lunch and too early to dinner. You pulled out a file cabinet full of overdue papers and began to read them, angrily pulling out your red marker. There was going to be a lot of bad results.

“Stupid, stupid!” You said furiously, putting a huge X on one of the jobs. “It's not Marie Curie, it's Mary Shelley, you idiot!”

“(Y/N), don't be so hard on them, they do what they can,” the redhead told you, leaning on the door.

You shook your head and closed your eyes, trying to stay calm.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, noticing how hard it was for you to move your muscles to fake a smile.

“You haven't come for lunch, I assumed you were busy,” she said bending down to give you a kiss. “Oh, I almost forgot, here.”

Marilyn reached into her pocket and offered you what looked like one of your favorite candy bars.

“Thank you Marilyn, you're always taking care of me…” You sighed, taking the appetizer and looking at it melancholy. The redhead bent down and she kissed you again, but this time she didn't pull away, she just stared at you, as if she was examining your expression.

“Honey, lately you've been a bit... Apathetic. Excuse me but I think something is wrong with you,” she told you, caressing your cheek.

Nothing went unnoticed by her. You shook your head, feeling a familiar ache in your throat and the sensation of blurry vision.

“N, no… I'm fine, Mari, just a little tired,” you said, praying that the tears weren't too evident in your eyes.

“Sweetie… If something happens to you, all you have to do is…”

“I'm fine, Marilyn, really. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of busy and…”

Your girlfriend's look turned sad, disappointed, but she nodded and walked out the door without saying a word.

You couldn't feel worse.

The rest of the day was boring. Marilyn came to see you a couple of times, and you to her, but barely speaking. You only looked into space with a lost look, noticing how the gray clouds in the sky were a faithful reflection of your feelings.

The next day…

That thunderous beeping again. That beep that brought you back to reality. The routine was slowly killing you.

When you opened your eyes you didn't even feel like complaining or saying a bad word. You just got out of bed, not letting Marilyn hold you. You walked towards the kitchen as if you were a zombie, an automaton condemned to do the same thing over and over again. You started the coffee maker and you stayed contemplating how the coffee was coming out.

“(Y/N), you woke up early…” A sleepy Marilyn said, walking towards you and hugging you from behind, kissing your shoulder like every day.

“I wanted to make coffee…” You said resignedly, taking two cups from the cupboard. “Do you want some?”

“Of course,” she told you happily, sitting on the stool.

You ate breakfast in silence. Marilyn seemed just as happy as ever, but you were staring at the mesmerized counter and its design marks.

“I've been thinking…” Marilyn said as she got dressed. You were sitting on the bed and you looked at her slowly, coming out of your dark world of sadness and desolation. We could go on vacation in two weeks. “You know... Just you and me, with no Nevermore, no students or exams.”

You nodded with a slight smile. You still had the towel wrapped around your body. Your clothes for that day were on top of a chair, but something prevented you from taking them. Maybe it was the weather.

“I have thought about Florida. Also, we can go to see alligators, I know you like them.”

You couldn't take it anymore. The tears that were forming in your eyes finally found their way down your cheeks. It was a lot of pressure kept for many days. At some point they had to get out.

Marilyn turned around and her face changed completely. She ran towards you and crouched looking at you concerned, grabbing your hand.

“My girl… If you don't like Florida we can go to another…”

“No, it's not that, Mari…” You sobbed, grabbing her hand tightly. “I lied to you, Marilyn.”

“What?” She asked scared.

“Yes, something is wrong with me, I just, I just don't know what it is...”

“My love... Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't know what to tell you... I don't know what's wrong with me...” You said broken into tears. Marilyn sat next to you on the bed and wiped away your tears.

“Try it, honey… I want to help you,” she told you softly. You shook your head and took a breath.

“I feel submerged in a gray and routine world. Everything is stressful. The classes, the exams. I feel as if I were in a hamster wheel, rolling over and over again,” you explained in the best way that your tears allowed.

“That's normal, honey, it happens to a lot of people…” She told you, holding your other hand.

“I Don't know. I don't feel like anything…” You kept crying, being unable to stop yourself.

“My poor girl…” She whispered, pulling you towards her. “Come here, let me give you some love...”

Gently, Marilyn cradled you in her arms. Your tears wouldn't stop coming, but it was comforting to let them go. You had been holding them back for a long time. You didn't know exactly what the reasons were, but little by little you began to feel better, feeling safe as she slowly cooed to you. The silence was broken by a soft hum.

“Mmmm, don't worry… about a thing…” She sang softly. Her voice was so soft that it made your heart beat faster. “Come on, you know the lyrics...”

“Cause…Every Little thing…Gonna be all right…” You sang with a broken voice…

You stayed that way for a moment, singing softly as you swayed.

It was hard to believe, but you felt much better. She was everything you could want. Sometimes you doubted that she was normi. She had the power to paint the grayest things in many colors, to make the sun rise in the cloudiest and stormiest sky.

“Marilyn…” You said, wiping away what was left of your tears.

“Hmm?”

“I would really like to go on vacation with you… Wherever you want…”

The redhead smiled and she kissed you on the lips, probably sensing the salty taste of your tears.

“I love you, (Y/N)…” “Me too Mari… Me too…”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot

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prettyboykatsuki · 7 months

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hi i have never sent you an ask but i absolutely needed to after this :3 ik how to be a dog has be out for a while, but i finally got around to reading it!! dark content like that is something i have slowly but surely been working myself up to read bc it used to mess with me a bit, but im so glad i gave it a chance!! HTBAD might just be one of the greatest pieces of work i have read in a hot while. i dont just mean fanfic wise, i truly think it is a wonderful piece of literature. ive been a fan of your work and way of words for probably about a year give or take but this piece really wowed me! i cant really put into words how wonderful i thought it was and i just want to thank you for putting the time and effort into it that you did and especially want to thank you for sharing it with us! i was so entranced the entire time and it was so beautifully written i wish i could just go back and read it for the first time. also in general your characterization of gojo (and many others) is so amazing it makes me want to just eat everything you put out up. anywayyy ill stop rambling and get off of my soapbox but thank you again for all that you share with us!! you are so talented it is insane :D ~bugsy (me lol)

IM ANSWERING THIS ASK SO TERRIBLE LATE. BUT I REMEMBERED I GOT IT AND WANTED IT TO ANSWER. SORRY FOR THE LITERAL NINE DAY DELAY ON IT MY INBOX IS CRAMMED FULL OF STUFF I HAVE NO REPLIED TO BUT IT MEANS A LOT

first of all, thank you for giving HTBAD a chance when you don't read a lot of dark content!!!!!!!!!!! i completely understand that, and it means all the more to me when people willingly read my stuff despite that feeling of fear of disgust. reading dc isn't easy!! YOU REALLY have to have a kind of mental well being to do so which is why i really appreciate being the one to read

second of all, THANK YOU! a piece of literature feels like so much more than i deserve....it means a lot if you've read my other stuff and still but HTBAD so highly.... im sorry it has taken me so long to get to this but i remembered i wanted to answer it so i had to scroll through like 50 asks to make sure i did. thank you and i love you!!!

#return to sender #hall of fame #htbad.fic

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seldomscilence16 · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 5:

"You better pray I don't get up this time round."

Debri | pinned down | "It's broken."

Fandom: Owl House (canon divergence)

Prompt used: Debri, Pinned, "Its broken."

So honestly, no idea where this one stands timeline wise, cause I moved so much around. So its just like… its own timeline, so please bare with me and go with the flow. It shouldn't be too confusing hopefully, but basically; after the portal was destroyed but before the day of Unity, however literally everything that happened before and in between is up in the air order wise lol. So enjoy some Luz angst

Also, I guess as a PS: sorry for the spacing lol, after last year im writing everything in google then posting and fixing the spacing for the whole thing... meh. If people complain I'll try lol.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The Isles, by normal human standards, were a terrifyingly dangerous place. Luz, despite her human title, was far from normal- no matter how much the world wanted her to be- and found the Isles both weird and positively fantastic! Even with all the mortal danger and stuff.

She'd done a lot here, been through a lot, stuff no one at her old school would believe. Still, no matter how much she's seen and experienced, some things still surprised her. But this time… this time she was alone. And boy was she in trouble.

The fight had been her fault. Despite what they'd all been through, there were still some things they just… didn't talk about. And when things are bottled up, they're bound to explode eventually. But it's no excuse, she shouldn't have said what she said, shouldn't have yelled, and shouldn't have run off. She loves her friends, her family in this place far from her mom, and yet she always manages to ruin everything. And now, she supposed she was getting what she deserved.

They'd been on a little trip of sorts- Willow, Gus, Amity, Hunter and herself- Luz thinks it may have had something to do with the emperor but she'd been… distracted lately. When Luz had turned to run after their fight, she's pretty sure the others flew off- they had their staff's, Luz had caught a ride with Amity because Eda needed Owlbert, so Luz was stranded, she's so stupid… she deserved it- and it was a good thing too apparently. That meant they were out of danger, and that Luz would die the most anticlimactic death ever after all she'd been through.

Well, she supposed what led up to it wasn't like… completely boring. But she's also mad at herself for letting this all happen after she started a stupid fight because she's terrible-

She'd run off, into forest-y darkness, eyes wet but cheeks dry- she refused to cry, she couldn't, she wouldn't stop if she started and she feared she didn't have enough, that she didn't deserve to cry- and hadn't stopped until she was forced to. The trees were dense here, but that wasn't what stopped her, no it was the demon's trap. A simple little snare shed stepped in, that dragged her up to a crude little house in the trees.

The demon itself wasn't unlike Grometheus. A grotesque formless thing that seemed to peer into Luz's very soul, but unlike the Grom monster, this thing did not change into her deepest fears but rather ranted in a cliche crotchety voice about Luz and her fellow trespassers being its next meal. Then proceeded to- in great detail- describe the process of how it'd eat them. Luz got lost about 2 seconds in when the words failed to either translate or compute with her brain, but it sounded like a truly awful way to go out. (but at least it wouldn't have been a boring headstone.)

Luz would blame the blood rushing to her head for her delayed reaction of fighting back- because it was far better than the reality- but as soon as she registered that the demon was going to hunt her friends down, she pulled some glyphs out and fought back. And truly, this thing was far easier to fight than Grometheus, despite its quick reflexes, but Luz had not taken into account the house's whereabouts. One wrong ice pillar, one hit to the support holding this house up, one second to panic, before the whole place crumbled and Luz's world went dark.

Waking up had been met with pain, and a bit of surprise at waking at all. She'd thought for sure the fall would kill her one way or the other, but no, she woke to find the sky a darker color, the remnants of the house broken around her, and her inability to move. Between the debri of the house itself, and the branches of the trees that had come with it, Luz was truly and utterly pinned, trapped, and buried. And after that fight… and the fact that even she didn't know where she was, there was no way she'd be found any time soon. She would die here, from her injuries no doubt- she was in too much pain, she felt like a dog that's been hit by a semi- and sure she deserved it, but… she wished she had left on a better note. To tell her friends she hadnt meant any of it, that she was sorry, that it's all her fault.

Something creaks, crashes, a dirt cloud fills the air and she cant help her cough, despite the agony that rips through her,

"It's broken." She had really hoped to never hear that voice again, "My home, you broke my home!" The screech is ear splitting, and Luz can barely see- is it blood, dust, or hair in her eye she cant tell- but she can feel the debri tremble as the Demon lumbers about, throwing things, rifling through the chaos-

Looking for Luz.

Well… she supposed she might get a notable ending after all. 'Here lies Luz the Human, killed by her own stupidity, and an angry demon.' Hm, her mama will hurtle a chancla at Luz's spirit when she hears.

Another screech fills the air and the weight on top of Luz gets impossibly heavier, despite herself she cant help the wet scream that rips from her throat as something moves that shouldn't. She wonders idly if a rib can bend enough to rip through her back, though she supposes she shouldn't be alive long to feel it if that's the case.

A silence rings after her scream, and she bites her lip hard enough to bleed in the hopes the Demon had not heard, or at least couldn't find the direction of it. Instead a cackle fills the air, the stuff around her trembles, and Luz knows she's been found.

"There you are child, come, it's time for dinner!" The emphasis on dinner is not needed, but Luz can appreciate a bit, even a fatal one.

As more and more debri is moved, she comes face to face-ish once again with the demon. Ironically, even if she wasn't quite literally pinned, she thinks that stare would do the same, there's a finality to it.

She hopes everyone will be okay. She hopes King won't be too sad, that Eda won't blame herself, that Odalia will eat dirt before the others arrive back to town, she… hopes for so many things she has no time to hope about, because appendages are forming from the blob and she knows the process is about to begin- even if she doesn't even know what the dang process is!

"Step away from our friend!"

Awe, they still call me fr-

Wait,

"Guys! What-" her shocked response to their arrival is cut off by another shriek, this close it has her ears ringing painfully and with no hands to cover them, she simply hopes her eardrums are okay.

Willow and Amity take the lead, Gus taking up the rear, the demon stumbling backwards as they distract it from Hunter's arrival by Luz's side.

"Titan… hold on, I'll figure out how to get this off you-"

"You guys came." She mutters it, against her better wishes, but with teary eyes she stares up at Hunter as he looks at her in shock.

"Of course we did. Just cause we fought doesn't mean we would leave you here." He seems hurt by her words so she forces her voice to work.

"I deserved this, I was so mean, I didn't mean any of it, i'm sorry, I-"

"You did not deserve this!" He takes a breath to calm himself, focusing again on trying to lift stuff, "We all said stupid things, and it's obvious there are underlying problems, we will talk it out later. But right now you need help, and I have no idea what's NOT broken."

"I love you guys."

"Yeah yeah" the blush on his face says what he can't and Luz lets a sense of safety wash over her.

It'd be fine, even if it was broken, they'd fix what was broke.

#whumptober 2023 #no.5 #debri #pinned down #“its broken”#the owl house #fic #talk of dying tw #injury tw #self hate tw #luz talks bad about herself #luz noceda angst #demon oc #threats of being eaten #near death experiences #found family #hunter and luz

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pinterestinfluencer · 1 year

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:( i dont know. im having a hard time at work. Here’s why:

The amount of stuff i have to do is insane and whats crazy is it would be SO manageable if i only needed to do MY job well BUT because i have to rely on a million other people to be efficient and timely and agreeable i feel like it never fucking ends!

i cant schedule new time-sensitive things bc our calendar is full until mid-january so im having to cancel and move shit, but then wow its 5pm and my boss wasnt able to call this person and theyre only available at 9 am tomorrow so i had to call the 9 am meeting she ALREADY had set and i confirmed at noon today and be like um sorry not anymore <|3 and i hear her kids in the background and i give my boss the silent treatment afterward because im feeling annoyed and crotchety

AND THEN I COULDNT LOG INTO MY BOSS’S ZOOM ACC BC SHE CHANGED HER GOOGLE PASSWORD SO I WAS LIKE “CAN YOU LOG INTO ZOOM.” but i said it in the meanest nastiest voice you can possibly imagine

and then there was like this other thing i had to reset today and did but my boss is like cant do that time actually and its so INFURIATING because now this is MY PROBLEM AGAIN. Sisyphus and the boulder

and thats the thing like if people are taking too long to respond or wont give me documents or information it becomes MY PROBLEM ALWAYS!!!!!!!! i have to follow up! i have to call them! i have to circle back! And now we are delaying your case! Now your divorce is taking nine months!

^^^This was ALL i did today and on top of that we have SO MUCH SHIT to prepare for and i cant even review or draft stuff because im spending my time fucking bothering people and HUMILIATING myself

i was annoyed at my boss and rude and then i cried because i was embarrassed about being bitchy and then i was embarrassed that i cried so i just wanted to curl up in a little ball!!!!!! and now my boss is all like “youre stressed and burned out like you should take the rest of the week off”and that makes me feel fucking TERRIBLE and the work is going to BE THERE when i come back and i want to get things DONE so i can RELAX. Like i get how i sound saying that and im all for like taking time off and setting boundaries etc but seriously the prospect of missing work and making more work for the two other people in this firm that consists of three people makes me feel worse. Terrible

#I think im literally pms-ing and thats it but now i have to miss work the rest of the week shshqnsijs

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oh my god that is so cool and insane and i love the little snippets oh my GOD please talk about the value of writing by hand now. pls.

hello hello sorry for the delay the lack of wifi is terrible. update on the handwriting, i have now written roughly 33-35k by hand. number unclear because i haven't typed it all up yet. i feel like an insane person. i've filled one notepad and one subject of a five subject notebook. i've killed a pen.

but thank you !!! im so glad u like the snippets n i hope u read the full thing when it's done !!! it's now like. 90-92k. im. yeah. yeah. anyways.

HANDWRITING !!! here is what i have discovered in my 33k handwritten word journey:

i think about every word just a little harder! because i'm writing by hand, i'm forced to . like. just think about it a little more because i can't just backspace undo pretend it didn't happen (i am writing in pen for obsessive tendency reasons). like obviously i can cross stuff out, but i try to work with what i've written a little more than i would when typing, where i might rewrite a single sentence ten times--instead, i've left things for editing

sorry to my beta and artist. there are so many issues. we'll deal with that later <3

i have to transcribe it to my computer when i get wifi/the time, so i'm able to better edit word choice and phrasing as i go along rather than doing one mass rewrite at the end like i usually do (which would be a fucking nightmare for a 90k word project)

it's so satisfying!! idk what it is about it but it's so satisfying to be able to hold the notebook in my hands and know that i have filled it. i am finally understanding why people print out their fics. it feels so cool to hold the thing you have created

i've found that it's harder for me to switch between scenes when handwriting because i get confused with where i am if i switch a lot. this is both a pro and a con--con because i'm having trouble just writing as i get inspired, but pro because i'm forced to keep writing when i get into places i don't want to deal with. i've gotten a bunch of transition scenes out this way

no distractions! oh my god this is so nice. when i get stuck i don't just switch the tab and start browsing tumblr. i just have to either touch grass or keep writing, both of which are very good things

similar to the no distractions thing, i've found that i'm doing MUCH less research. my tendency to get into the mindset of If This Is Not 10000% Accurate I Will Explode has been completely forgotten. it's so nice. i am no longer spending hours searching university course listings from 2013 for a school i have never been to. for this fic specifically i have done an insane amount of research and for what. for two sentences, that's what. but now i'm forced to write without googling shit that reeaaaallyyyy doesn't matter and it does WONDERS for my productivity. am i a little annoyed that i remembered a bit from the manga wrong and now the timeline is all screwy in terms of canon compliance? yes absolutely. will i be fixing it ? maybe not! that's crazy! literally crazy. it's so freeing. did i research the commencement speaker for iwaizumi's college in the year he graduated? i DIDN'T !! it's getting wild over here. i feel like an animal. not researching. it's so good. i love it. i may be inaccurate but i am free

that's just what i can think of off the top of my head i will be letting everyone know as i make more discoveries. i'm so excited about this fic. god. ah. if people don't read it i'm gonna throw things .

#ask #july nano 2023

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Hi Lane! 🎅🏻🔮

I hope the family event went well! How did your week start?

AWWW 😍your cat so cutee

This series is called Never Tear Us Apart: The Untold Story of INXS and it has a good rating on IMDb, I think. By the way, what are your favorite INXS songs or albums?

OMG!! Slaughter headliner of the festival how cool! I am very happy for you!

Helix looks very cool! I hope to get a piercing before Christmas or after and a nose piercing is one of the most interesting in my opinion because you can do anything with it like you said!

Thanks for the spotify link! I just hope that one day they will release all the albums on streaming because people don't have the opportunity to get acquainted with Warrant, especially with the Jani era, literally the most popular and famous albums and nothing else lol.

Aww about the drawings sounds very cute and shiny haha. I love this kind of thing! Your story about the T-shirt made my day better, thank you!

I hope your surgery goes well! Wow portrait tattoo?? great! Would you like to be a tattoo artist?

someday I won't make mistakes remembering different time zones and climate differences, but not today lmaoo :(I'm sorry! OMG your summer is really hot, it's terrible. I'm feel sorry for you. I am from Russia and Estonia (it sounds really strange lol, just one part of my family is half from Estonia and half from Russia) and now in some parts of Russia the opposite is -38 lol. In the part where I live, the coldest day was -18

What a cool choice of musicians! I think Jani was very interesting because he's one of the most incredible musicians I know. And Patrick is cool too!

Whoa! You are a real multi-instrumentalist! I play the bass too! (and on some other instruments, but very bad lol) I think that you will definitely be able to sing! It's quite interesting and as my guitar teacher says, it's not that difficult, the main thing is to overcome your fear (if there is one)

Wow! Your Christmas celebration sounds very cozy and homey. this is very nice! About look at lights, this is my favorite part of Christmas! people always make such interesting decorations and it makes it more festive.

🎄 Do you like to give or receive gifts more?

🎄 Which gift was the most memorable for you?

🎄 Do you prefer to make a wish list or are you waiting for any gift?

🎄 Would you like to play in any band? and what style of music would you prefer?

hey santa!!!

my week has started off well! i went into the new location for my store & went to start setting up and today i'm just resting. tomorrow i'm training on last minute sign offs on piercings and then thursday is opening day! we're all booked out for opening day so i have to be ready to be fast and in and out with piercings.

i'll definitely check out the series!!! kick is my favourite inxs album & my fave songs are just keep walking, never tear us apart, don't change (this one is special to me), suicide blonde, dancing on the jetty, disappear, need you tonight & original sin. inxs was one of the bands i grew up listening to along with a bunch of other older bands from aus & aotearoa and i think that influence is still there so whenever i don't feel like listening to glam but i still wanna listen to something older i go back to a childhood playlist (i think on my spotify theres a public playlist called best of australia & aotearoa which showcases some old and new stuff!)

i know im so excited!!! i was nervous when they kept delaying the lineup announcements but it looks killer so i can't wait! tickets go on sale while i'm working all day tho so i hope i can grab one while i'm on break or something. if i miss out on presale vip maybe i can grab one when they go out to the public tho! if i miss out on vip i'll just get a ga ticket.

i am sort of nervous about the venue they chose though as i have been there before, and while they are fine during actual shows the moment a concert is over they do tend to kick everyone out quite rudely (much like last weeks festival!) and tell people they can't even hang around outside because of "trespassing". this would be fine if they were'nt LITERALLY ON A MAIN STREET OF THE CITY IN SYDNEY. like they're literally next door to a mcdonald's. it's quite odd. at least they give out free water after shows.

i hope you can get piercings soon too! i think it's best to get piercings in winter as well because you don't have to worry about the not swimming part of healing.

i do hope they release the other albums on streaming at least soon! it seems that they're only available in the us and possibly canada from what i've gathered from my online friends. i'm missing the live albums, a few compilation albums, and of course belly to belly and ultraphobic. i only bothered getting ultraphobic and belly to belly as local files (and the dog eat dog bonus track) though because spotify has issues with their local files a lot and i didn't want to keep redownloading like 5 albums over and over again.

i'm glad i made your day better haha! i made a bunch of really silly shirts for my family and currently i'm working on a bunch of glam metal related ones for a glam discord server i'm in because i told them if i got the job i did and away from my old job (my old job suuucked they underpaid me and broke a bunch of labour laws and stuff. i'm gonna sort that out soon and get what i'm owed dw) then i'd make a few shirts for them.

i'm hoping i can save up for the surgery within the next year! it's a trans surgery so it's not anything majorly urgent or anything that has to happen or i'll die if i don't get it in the next month or anything but i really would like to get it asap lol. and yea! the portrait tattoo is going to be of jani which SOUNDS like i'm obsessed which i promise i'm not in a weird way it's just that he (and warrant) have become so important to me in just the last 9 months. and usually i would never get someones face tattooed on me because it's so rare for an artist to get it right but i did manage to find an artist that does it really well! (@chloemoontattoo on instagram)

i would love to be a tattoo artist! i haven't really found my art style yet so it's still a distant dream for me but as i'm already in the body modification industry i:

a) already have one of the qualifications (infection control certificate)

b) have something that looks good on a resume!

so it's possible! and i do have a backup plan of photography or continuing piercing (or both!) so i won't be stuck if i can't do it

woah you had -18? the part of aus where i live i don't think it's ever gotten that cold! at least not while i've been alive. i think maybe it's gotten to 4 or 5 but never in the negatives as far as i know

yeah i have an attachment to jani and i know theres probably someone who thinks it's weird but i do genuinely think we'd think similarly and relate on things! i think we'd be able to talk for hours

i have a little fear of singing in front of people but it has gotten better over the years! i used to not be able to get up and do anything in front of people but now since transitioning and also going to therapy for a while i have gotten a bit better! i think i could front a glam band if i stopped caring what people thought while i was onstage and also if i could FIND PEOPLE WHO WANTED TO START A BAND HERE. theres like 3 people my age into glam metal which kinda sucks.

questions!

i like giving and receiving equally i think? i don't like receiving gifts unless i have also given one (unless it's my birthday lol) but i love picking out stuff for people! gift giving is my love language

i got a new bass a few years ago! and a guitar the next year! that makes it sound like my family is rich but we're not those were my only gifts and because my bday is so close to christmas they were combined as bday/xmas gifts! (i also know what i'm getting for my bday next year. cus it;s my 21st i get something big)

i make a wishlist but only because nobody ever knows what i actually want! my mum asks me to make a list otherwise i just get clothes i won't wear and new underwear so this year i put a few bands for cds, a cd player, and a new room fan cus mine doesn't rly work. i think i'm also getting a new cd tower though cus i ran out of room on my little cd shelf i took from my parents when they moved their cds into a cupboard, the shelf only stores 75 and i think i have like 100 cds now (over 8+ years of collecting!) i am about to do a whole room redo so i am trying to ask for stuff that will be helpful to rearrange my room/redecorate, but i know i will have to buy most new furniture myself. the only stuff i'm not replacing is my desk, bed, and wardrobe (which is built into my room), (and my shelf/ stuff already mounted on the wall)

i would LOVE to be in a band, hopefully a glam metal band, but unfortunately like i said before, there's like no one my age into that genre in my area which sucks :(. i'd be happy to play any instrument in that hypothetical band, except drums bc i can only really play a basic 4/4 beat on drums so i wouldn't be very good at that.

thank you for your message santa!!! sorry for rambling so much i got carried away

#secret santa ask

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