#was talking about happy tree friends and one coworker 'knew' it

[baby-prophet]

I wish any of the kids I work with knew half the references I make. like nobody knows that waka flocka dicksquad video. like everytime someone named Susan puts in a to go order it, I start quoting it and everyone just looks at me weird 😐

#was talking about happy tree friends and one coworker 'knew' it #but knew the weird sanitized version from like netflix #we showed two other coworkers it #and i was like hey wait a minute wheres all the blood?????? #and why does this look so clean #norm.allie #im only two years older than the next youngest but like..

[folksaga-if]

“It is a long story, and it does no credit to anyone: there is murder in it, and trickery, lies and foolishness, seduction and pursuit.  Listen."

- Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology

You are a human. A totally normal one.

Honestly.

You’re a human. You’re a bartender, which is a very normal job for a human to have, and when you walk down the winding streets of Akureyri you can blend seamlessly into any crowd of people which is, without question, only something that a human could do.

The fact that you came here two years ago with nothing but the clothing on your back doesn’t mean anything; you’re hardly northern Iceland’s first wayfaring soul. That you had no money to your name, no friends or family to speak of — that’s a fairly average human thing, too. And that little craving you have, that quiet urge to dig your teeth into any passing stranger’s throat? It's completely, entirely mundane.

It’s manageable. You’re managing.

Or you were, until someone — someone who's decidedly notas good at this human thing as you are — begins leaving a trail of dead bodies at your doorstep, and a trio of god-like siblings take a seat at your bar.

MAGNI THORSON .

No doubt the mightiest of his siblings, the eldest child of Thor is exactly the sort of person you would expect him to be: a giant (half-giant, in fact) asshole with a smoulder and a knife-sharp jawline to match. He’ll match your every word with a cocky grin and a joke that’s nowhere near as funny as he thinks, and he’ll look every inch the prince that he is all the while.

(Well, the prince that he was. Just don’t let him hear you say that.)

MODI THORSON .

For the supposed embodiment of his father’s wrath, the God of Thunder’s second son is surprisingly…not that. He’s no picnic, mind you — he’s broody, he’s secretive, and he's fucking intense, but that hardly equates to fury incarnate. You’re sure there’s something hiding under that moody surface; whether or not you want to uncover it is a different story entirely.

(Looks like even gods aren’t immune to middle-child syndrome. Who knew?)

THRÚD THORSDÓTTIR .

Valkyrie, seidhr,paragon of strength — with all of her mother’s best traits (and a few of her father’s worst), is it any wonder that Thor’s youngest child was also his favourite? Smarter than her half-brothers and more likeable by a longshot, you might find yourself forgetting how easily the fortune-telling goddess could break you in two. You might, but she’ll be happy to remind you if you do.

(Maybe a little too happy, in fact.)

KATLA B̶͍̏L̸̝͑O̵̟͠M̴̳̓Q̴̯̔V̵̺͆I̷̗͛S̵̠͒T̸̬̒ .

A fellow nomad and your coworker at Black Thunder, the first friend you made in Akureyri has remained your closest. Mischevious, magnetic, and often up to no small amount of trouble, there are times when you think you might know Katla better than you know yourself. You even know about her…well, you know that she…sorry, what were you talking about again?

(It's just that it’s nice, being close to someone who’s so very human.)

THE MARE .

There’s a voice in your head and a shadow in your dreams, and they’re telling you to run. You probably shouldn’t trust them.

(…Right?)

Customize your monster character. New life, new you! Choose your gender identity, change your name, cut your hair, and remember: if you’re starting to grow tired of running from your past, try on a new outfit and start running faster.

Play as one of three runway creatures from Norse mythology — a cunning keeper of the forest, a charming warden of the lake, or a formidable guardian of the mountains. Each has its quirks (would you prefer a hollowed-out tree for a back, or webbed fingers and forearms covered in scales?), but they all have two key things in common: they’ll killto protect their homes, and you’redefinitely not one of them.

Choose your own fate, out of the countless that are presented to you. Had oatmeal instead of skyr with your breakfast this morning? You might have just brought about Ragnarök 2.0. Nice one, asshole.

Multiple romance options, with each available to pursue regardless of your gender or background. Ever wanted to kiss a god under a starry sky? Now's your chance! Or maybe you’re through with immortal beings and desperate to ask the pretty server on a date? Go for it! She’s definitelya human too. Totally. You’d be able to tell if she wasn’t. Wouldn’t you?

Save the world — or don’t.It's your choice, and isn't that what true freedom is all about?

Folksaga is inspired by The Edda, Norse mythology, andTwin Peaks, with a bit of tweaking to the myths as needed for the sake of plot. MC backgrounds have been adjusted to fit for all players regardless of gender identity, and creative liberty has been taken with some smaller points for a smoother storytelling experience. All changes will be explained in an FAQ post (too be added in the links below ASAP!)

AS OF AUGUST 21 UPDATE: The current demo consists of the prologue (introductory lore + character creation), + chapter 1, about 70k words total.

I expect it to be somewhere in the range of 600,000 to 700,000 words, but this is subject to change (and likely will due to my propensity for rambling text. oops.).

I’ve written  short and long-form original fiction as well as a lot of fanfic (say hello @ pentaghastly on AO3, and @kendallroynsfw on tumblr!), but this is my first IF! Bugs and coding issues may appear in the demo; please let me know if any issues arise during your playthroughs.

Folksaga is a work in progress. I would love constructive feedback when the demo is posted, as well as any bugs or grammar issues to be brought to my attention if I've missed them :) I would also love patience, because I'm a full time health care worker who gets sleepy lots xoxo

A Swedish farmer named Sven Andersson was executed in 1691 for having intercourse with a mountain nymph, or bergsrå. I will neither confirm or deny if his Wikipedia article was the inspiration for this IF, except I will confirm it and it definitely was.

MC ORIGINS | RO INTROS | DEMO!!!!! | COG FORUMS | PATREON

#folksaga-if #interactive fiction #interact-if #choice of games #hosted games #cog #choice script #this is the post with the demo!!!!!!! AYYYYY! #norse mythology #wip #demo post #intro post #folksaga

[gatorbites-imagines]

Jason Vorhees with Male Childhood best friend (preferably POC). They meet each other again after decades only for them to try and kill each other because they don't recognize each other. But make them have a happy ending because happy = : D

Jason Voorhees x male reader

Headcanons

I always try to keep my stories open so anyone can imagine the reader as whatever race or appearance they have, unless I state otherwise (like when I make the reader taller, etc), so I didn’t change much in this to make the reader POC, so I hope that’s okay ^^

I headcanon that Jason is nonverbal so there’s mentions of signing in this. I may have gone a little further than childhood best friends, but I hope that’s okay anyways :)

-          You and Jason met at Camp Crystal Lake when you were children. You had always been a little strange, liking to be alone and spend time reading and alike than going out and causing messes like other kids.

-          This caused you to be quite isolated during camp, and you spent most of your time indoors, sitting near the cabins or up against trees, or sitting in the lunch area with Pamela Voorhees who worked at the camp to watch over her son Jason.

-          Pamela liked you because you were polite and never once made rude comments or gestures at Jason, so she tried to help build a relationship between you and her son.

-          Jason was still bullied by the other kids, which was the only time you really ever talked with the others kids as you always ran in to defend him, or push over the kids who were trying to hurt Jason.

 -          As time at camp passed you started holding Jason’s hand and you two would walk together everywhere, be it sitting together as you read out loud for him, or you going with Jason down to the lake to look at the bugs and other creatures that swam around.

-          You two got quite close and you started having a childhood crush on the other boy, who was starting to have a crush on you too because of how kind you were to him.

-          One day Jason brings you some flowers he’s picked and signed to you with the few signs you knew that he liked you, and he was very much expecting you to be disgusted because you were both boys and because of his appearance.

-          So when you blushed and told him you liked him too, he was over the moon. You were still just kids at the time so you being boyfriends didn’t really mean anything. You kept up holding hands and spending time together like before, and only Pamela knew you were “dating”.

-          She thought you two were so sweet together, so she never said anything about it.

 -          The day they threw Jason into the lake was one of your worst memories. Some of the older kids had knocked you down and were holding you down as they beat on you, others going to throw Jason into the lake.

-          When Jason didn’t come up from the water you started yelling and screaming, which finally caught the attention of the camp leaders and Pamela, the older woman coming running. When she saw you being held down, covered in bruises and beaten bloody, so yelled at the bullies and sent them off to take care of you.

-          But you were too busy sobbing about Jason, pointing at the lake and telling her what they had did and that he hadn’t come out.

-          You could never remember the noises Pamela made when she believed her son had died, and you left camp that evening as the bullying so was bad and the apparent death lead to the camps closing that year and the next few years.

-          You never looked back to the camp, and as the years passed the memories of Jason became another faint memory, though you did think of the sweet boy who had brought you flowers and who was bullied just for being himself.

 -          When you heard about the killings at Camp Crystal Lake, you couldn’t have cared much since it was just a place of your past and the home of one of your worst memories.

-          But some of your coworkers or classmates knew of your past there, having heard the story of you going there when it closed down somehow, so they pressured you to go with them to explore the area.

-          You found it idiotic to go where multiple murders had happened, but you had planned on going for a little bit and sneaking away and leaving when they weren’t looking.

-          Your coworkers or classmates acted like it was some kind of ghost hunt, too busy ooing and aahing at the buildings and the lake itself, so you could easily slip away into the woods. But as you snuck away you got far enough away to not be able to hear the sounds of your coworkers or classmates being killed.

-          You ended up getting lost in the forest, cursing softly under your breath as you stomped through the undergrowth and away from where you assumed the people you had came with were too busy acting like actual murders were just a cryptid story.

-          When you got caught in a trap you immediately cursed louder, your legs being tied together and sending you falling to the leaf covered ground. You were lucky you always carried a pocket knife so you got to work freeing your legs, too busy to notice the footsteps nearing you.

 -          You had just gotten your legs free and rolled to the side just in time for a machete to slash the ground where you had just been. Your heart leapt into your throat as you snapped your eyes up to see the large hockey masked giant, covered in blood and wielding the machete he had just tried to kill you with.

-          Instead of running like other victims, to Jasons surprise you immediately went into fight mode and somehow got the machete away from him, using your pocketknife to fight him off.

-          Your fighting continued, ending with you both on the floor with you pressed down against the wet forest floor with Jasons hulking frame above you with his large hands wrapped around your throat and squeezing, trying to choke you to death.

-          You choked and wheezed, clawing at his hands and arms to try and free yourself as you had lost your knife somewhere during the fight. How great that you would die in the exact same forest as Jason.

-          At some point you wheezed that you wouldn’t die here like Jason did, to which Jason immediately loosened his hands in confusion as you knew his name. Using his surprise you nail him right in the face, making him stumble just enough to be able to flip yourself around and struggle to your feet, still weak from almost being suffocated to death.

-          You raise shaky fists Infront of yourself as Jason slowly gets to his feet, but he doesn’t come at you again like before, instead he slowly tilts his head and looks at you more deeply, letting his eyes run all over your face and body as if trying to place you.

 -          When he suddenly twitches and straightens up you tighten your muscles and get ready to fight more, even though you feel like your okay to pass out.

-          That’s when Jason lifts his large, scarred hands and starts signing, moving faster than your way out of training brain can keep up with. That along with the horrible headache you were sporting made it impossible to understand him.

-          Seeing your struggle he slows his signing down, and uses a special sign he had made up to refer to you instead of having to sign your name. That was a sign you could recognize as only Jason used that when you were children, so you look at the killer with confusion.

-          When he signs it again and then signs his own name, you wheeze out a confused “Jason?” to which he happily nods. You are sure you must be dreaming or hallucinating, as you give a confused chuckle, the adrenaline in your body finally plummeting and making you pass out.

-          Jason lurches forwards and catches you, cradling you softly in his arms as if you are a fragile flower. He knows it’s a bad idea to bring you back to his own home, so he takes you to the tree you two always sat at as children and lays you down after checking to make sure you aren’t too banged up.

-          He quickly goes to clean himself up as much as he can with what he has, and goes out of his way to pick the same flowers he gave you as children to bring back to you.

 -          When you wake up alive and not dead, you lay in confusion for a while still feeling quite bad after almost being choked to death, and the shock that goes through your body as you notice Jason’s shape sitting in front of you immediately snaps you awake.

-          You try to back up only to hit the tree, which makes you finally realize where you are. That’s when Jason holds out the flowers to you, almost shyly, and it reminds you so much of that time he gave them to you as kids.

-          You can only stare at him in confusion for a while, the soft flicker of affection flaring up in your heart as if being revived from all those years ago.

-          When you don’t react or accept the flowers, Jason seems to curl in on himself a little, the hand holding the flowers lowering and he seems almost ashamed or regretful. So when you push yourself up and wrap your arms around you almost carefully, he makes a soft noise but soon returns the hug.

-          He hugs you very carefully, as if scared he will hurt you or break you in some way, but he holds you so dearly. He makes soft noises as if to tell you how much he’s missed you since you were the only one his age that ever treated him kindly.

-          You both just keep sitting there and holding each other, and at some point your position changes to you sitting in his lap and leaning against his chest as you arms are still around each other. You haven’t asked how he’s still alive or why he does what he does, but that doesn’t matter right now, you can always ask him that later.

-          All that matters is that he’s still alive and seems to still care about you in some way. So, you sit, watching the moonlight dance across the lake and the beautiful stars, held close to the chest of the man who was once your best friend. He was much larger and much more dangerous than before, but he still felt just like the Jason you remembered.

#male reader #slasher #jason voorhees #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #jason voorhees headcanon #jason voorhees imagine #jason voorhees x male reader #jason voorhees x reader

[horangkwon]

⭐ Veintiocho: I'm so fucking stupid.

wc: 900.

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Sweat ran down the tired girl’s face as she crouched under the scorching sun, her pruning shears were moving carefully between the branches of the big bush, making clean cuts here and there to slowly but securely fill her basket with beautiful, white roses.

—That should be enough— the voice of her coworker cut trough the empty silence, startling her and almost making her drop the delicate flowers; he had been so silent the entire time that it made the girl forget he was even there. —Have you thought of what to say to Jisun?—.

—Of course not— Jiwon sighed, sparing a melancholic glance at her basket —I wish giving her flowers was enough of an apology— and oh, that could have totally been the case if only her friend knew how she had lived through plenty of sleepless nights since their fight, tormented by guilt and regret. The SVT group was falling appart for the lack of communication and she was the only one to blame; tension was so high between her and the rest of the members that it was impossible for her to bring up the topic of their unfinished project into a conversation without feeling like throwing her phone out the window, or burying it uner the roots a palm tree.

Jiwon felt truly sorry, she really did, but how was she supposed to let her message across?

—I know it’s difficult— Wonwoo spoke again, fixing his glasses in a way that reminded her of an anime character… or a therapist, either could be of huge help right now —But I think you’re being too practical— he picked up his tools and gestured for her to follow him back inside —Apologies are supposed to carry emotions, you should stop thinking too much about it and just be honest about how you feel—.

—But what if I don’t know how I feel?— Of course, she felt bad for making Jisun sad, but even after giving it much thought, she still had not found what could have been the reason behind her friend’s behavior —How am I supposed to apologize if I have no idea what I did wrong?—.

—So what you’re saying is… you don’t want Jisun to be mad at you, but you can’t think of a reason for her to be mad at you?— Wonwoo frowned, neatly storing all the tools into their respective cabinets. It was safe to say that he was the most organized staff member, not even once had he misplaced a gadget with the help of a careful and practical system that made organization easy.

Jiwon nodded, an identical frown adorned her concerned face —She literally got mad at me because I decided to keep my private life to myself… Is that so wrong?—. The sudden memory of Chan telling her about how he had found Jisun crying hit her like a truck, making her head spin, nothing was making sense and it was slowly making the team leader go insane —Am I really a bad friend for keeping secrets? I bet she does too…— she mumbled to no one in particular, playing with her nails out of habit.

—Are you sure there’s nothing else?— Wonwoo sat in the only bench of the storage room, expecting a long conversation to unveil. He was used to playing the role of The Listener, as all of the staff members coincidentally opted to ask him for advice or to merely vent their worries; he took pride in being the pacifier of the Caratland Hotel and was more than happy to offer a hand... or an ear.

Jiwon hesitated before taking a seat beside him, because she was not sure whether she had enough time to waste before Jisun was done with her shift. —I guess she could be upset because I indirectly told her that I only see them as teammates and not close friends…— she recalled, and almost dropped the basket after realization hit her. She hated trucks so much. —I’m so fucking stupid—.

—Yes, yes you are—.

—Why did I even say that?!—.

—You were probably under too much stress… At least you realized your mistake, that’s the most important thing—.

—Cool, now I’m too embarrassed to talk to her— Jiwon left the basket on the bench and hugged her knees, burying her face between her arms —I’ve known her for years, but I never took our friendship seriously because I thought that we would go our separate ways in the end— she sniffed, her voice was a trembling mess and tears threatened to spill from her eyes anytime soon —It was her idea to work together, she recruited all the members in the first place, and I always thought that she just wanted to have good grades, but now I see that she actually pictures a future where all of us can work together, even after graduation, and…— her cries interrupted the speech, her heart ached so bad, it was suffocating, but at the same time it was so relieving.

Wonwoo sighed and handed her a tissue —I guess you know what to do now— Jiwon nodded, sniffing a few more times and sanding up again —Good luck—.

—Thank you, for everything— the girl held the basket once more with her trembling hands and bowed with her head slightly —I’ll get going then—.

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❝⭐Five Dollars and a Dream.❞

Soonyoung's plan was perfect: get a degree in contemporary dance, upload covers on YouTube, perform on the streets, ???, become rich, and live in a gigantic mansion with a family of tigers. Well, there might be flaws in his logic, but his passion (and a lucky encounter) will push him to make his dreams a reality.

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[megbonney]

this year has felt way too fast because i realise for 80% of it i was getting mentally rotted by men. let's do a wrapped (of the ones i haven't forgotten).

EBF: first bf for like 2 years. i cut off my best friend under his influence. tried to convince me they were grooming me. tried to convince me i wasn't genderfluid. tried to get his therapist to therapise me. tried to get me to see a therapist. dropped out of school and had virtually no ambition. i had to pretend to be straight infront of his friends. accused me of cheating on him with one of said friends. i felt like he was cheating on me with my "friend" at the time. i had no one besides him. he was attached to me like a parasite and i hated it. dumped him. couldn't handle just staying friends. also killed my self image. went celibate after. oh and he went thru my dms bc that's totally normal. cancer man. 2. RICHIE RICH: was into him during "friends" stage with EBF. met on ow but never really played together. went to a private roman catholic school. led me on. sent me music recs but they were too indie for my teen angst at the time. "friend" made me let her follow him bc she's weird. he didn't see anything wrong with it despite my discomfort. got sick of it bc he was stringing me on and blocked me for being upset. also was confused as to why i wasn't able to go shopping every wknd and didn't understand why i wanted a job bc he was privileged and had an allowance. i tried to meet up but he folded. followed me back on insta 2 or so weeks ago. we haven't spoken. goofy 3. COWORKER: met at first shift. i called him pretty bc that's the only word to rlly describe him and he told other coworkers i tried to ask him out. shorter than me. played war thunder. was really sweet at first. suddenly had coworkers asking if i'd date him. realised he was running his mouth. we watched fury and bladerunner 2077 together. began going dry after i told him i was moving. started being a dickhead. started telling coworkers i was a lesbian. i tried to sort it out but he tried to gaslight me about it. i think he quit atp. good riddance 3. NARC: 23 or 21 yr old man idk. bastion main. had a gf i didn't know abt. treated me like a gf. had an entire fake life. claimed to be a "narcissist and compulsive liar." talked abt his ex the entire time. very degrading. i found his ig and he was actually ugly af. only good thing was that he wasn't codependent. ghosted him after he went dry on me when i got my period. msged his gf and it's been like a month or two without a response. he bought me nitro tho so that was sick. 4. FURRY: was friends with him at the same time as NARC. he also knew about COWORKER because it was roughly right as we met. wanted to be a musician and twitch streamer. 19. balding. had a mommy kink but tried to make me sub. gained feelings for me. i friendzoned him. then he tried to say he was in love a week later. he was parasite #2. friends with MANCHILD. double texted all the time. gooner. cut him off. tried to create tension between fig and i. into the weirdest shit i've ever seen. objectified me. genuinely liked oliver tree. also bought me nitro. 5. MANCHILD: turned 20 like last week. had a gf. never hung out with her. spent everyday hanging out with fig and i. was too stupid so him and fig argued often. tried to make me mediate. most stressful time of yr. i bought him 2 games and he lied to his gf about where he got them from. he also lied about why he got rdr2. backseat gamed everything. whiny. asked me how many fingers i could fit on vc at 2am. also asked me if i'd ever have a 4sum with fig . is now insisting i trapped him because i told people about what happened. 6. CURRENTLY: nothing! i probs forgot some things but a funny thing to note was that i know every guy on this lists' names and most info about them. it was also hard because i wanted to keep all of them approx the same length. happy 2023 ?

[matteblacklips]

july updates i

Disclaimer: I would like to begin this email thread by saying if you didn’t want to receive emails from me you shouldn’t have given me your email to begin with.

Joke of the chain: What did the fish say when he swam into a wall? Dam.

Hello all, First and foremost, happy birthday Dix, I love you so much. We have a new addition to the email chain, everyone please welcome Kiley Clifford, who had absolutely no idea that I was going to add her to this newsletter when I sent her my "How to Date In Boston" pdf. I'm hoping she reads it considering Miss Clifford is a full time dental student. Kiley, if you're reading this, welcome! We also have Kelli, my coworker, and Mark, my other coworker. We’ve also removed a few people on the basis that I don’t like them and by association, you don’t like them. 

To start off the email, I want to explain that when I sent out the dating guidance...I didn't expect the positive feedback. I feel like at the end of the day, it just emphasizes that I am the most 'Type A' person in all of Boston, and how it's probably my only flaw. As someone who's best friend is always late or goes with the flow, I have had to adapt to a personality that just isn't me, and it's so funny because I was literally talking to her about it the other day (she's the only person I'd even consider being late for). Thomas tried to roast me for putting Scorpion Bar on there like it was for going out on a Friday night and not for a Tuesday 6:30pm date. Thomas is literally leaving at the end of the month so his opinion is not welcome on the basis that he broke my heart. Imagine, me, going through my Saturday call list (typically, Anthony, Allen, Thomas, Pat, Xavier, not in that order) and him answering the phone with, "Did Anthony tell you?" The way my heart dropped when he told me he was moving to North Carolina. I'm not going to discuss 7 leaving yet because I'm still in denial that I won't have my best friend with me. 

I don’t think people understand how heartbroken I’ll be once 7 and Thomas are gone. I spend 4/7ths of the week with her & half the time we don’t even plan anything we just hang out. We literally do everything together and if we miss each other after 2 minutes now, what am I going to do when she’s in NYC. I’m not discrediting everyone else, don’t get me wrong, I have so many friends and I really don’t want any more, but you have only a few people you can do life with and not get tired of. 7 and I got through our two hardest breakups together, and I just started to get her to listen to Taylor Swift with me. 

Kelli Talk: Today Kelli looked over at me, and asked me, “Shef, would you want to be reincarnated into a human again?” Before I could even think of an answer, she goes, “I think I’d be a willow tree.” Kelli really said, “Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind..” in the most innocent way. She and I walked to the T together like we usually do after work and the way I almost jumped into the fucking tracks when she looked up and her boyfriend got off the train just to say hi to her. God, please, I am not your strongest soldier, I WILL jump. 

Friend group update: Thomas got a job at ESPN & he's moving to Charlotte (& I want to cry). Xavier might move to Chicago (& I want to cry). Sevin is moving to NYC (& I want to cry). Allen and Anthony will be here but do I really want to hang out with Allen? Mina Hanna moved to Jersey City but at least Kelvin is still here. Pat visited this week. Catherine started giving Riley attitude (finally). Nam and Drew moved to Waltham. Mina Shehata moved back home. Fiona is flying to Arizona to hang out with a boy she doesn't like. Kiersten is working. Pop culture Update: Kim Kardash and Pete Davidson broke up (we all knew it was coming) and Ye wasted no time in posting about it. It's kinda cute how petty Ye is. Fiona Roast: Fiona really puts on a going out fit to drink two high noons and cry.

Toxic update: I won’t say who but one of the girlies is about to find and fuck the business partner of their ex and we are currently in the middle of identifying this man so if you or anyone you know has any info on how to locate someone with 0 social media presence (not even linked in or google). He was WEIRD and didn’t give her any information other than his business partner’s nickname and his year of graduation. If this looks like something you’d be good at — obviously reach out to me at (603)-986-3659 for more details. 

Show Update: The Only Murders in the Building Finale is next week & this weeks episode was burning H-O-T. I've never been the type of person to sit through and watch a show weekly (except for any of the Star Wars spin off shows, you can't tell me the Book of Boba Fett wasn't a whole masterpiece) but this show is like crack. Let's chat about it.

Boy Update: I know this is the one you've all been waiting for but honestly there is 0 tea other than the fact that I've been walking around Boston thinking that, I, little 5' tall me, is 5'8-6'3. I'm out here adjusting everyone's heights so that they're short and I'm the tall one. At an after party last weekend, I absolutely humbled this man because he was 6' tall (a whole 12 inches taller than me) and I thought he w like 5'8. 7 is 5'8. I thought she was 5'4. If you don’t believe me: my most recent Instagram caption was “Gangsta wrap told me I was 6’3” which I AM

Availability this week: This week is abs crazy bc I half-planned a weekend and then canceled it because Alisha was coming but now it’s looking like I’m full sending it after being impulsive. I might wake up tomorrow and change my mind and stay home all weekend but for now, it’s looking busy. Once I figure everything out, I’ll send a follow up email but it will be one of the two options below:

The Grand (60% Confirmed) — For Dix’s Birthday (40% chance I miss bc I have a literal stalker that goes to the grand and I’m not trying to see that — in that case I’ll just go pregame with everyone)

NYC or Drinks w Catherine Friday (60% Confirmed) NYC Saturday or Empty Schedule (60% Confirmed) Sunday in Boston & Monday in Boston (60% Confirmed)

Best,

Shefali Patel

Follow up questions:

What's the superior office tool; a stapler or hole puncher?

On a scale of 1-10, how much caffeine do you think I drink on a daily basis?

Keep in mind you would be responding to the chain so don’t blow my spot if you can help it. I would really appreciate keeping my dignity if I could.

What to expect: weekly to biweekly emails regarding things that matter to me including but not limited to bad jokes, an update on plans, current events, and my personal favorite new recipes and places to check out!

#shefalipatel_ on ig

[cloutchaserkineme]

transiting venus in my 3rd house of short-distance travel, communication, and things I am familiar with

Feb. 22, 2024 8:26 PM, at one of my homes in an island somewhere.

Today, I learned the value of connection with others. One of my classmates (who is my happy crush and one out of three roosters that me and my friends are shipping me with in this crush-cockfight competition we have— I'll refer to him as Leghorn from now on) has a girlfriend. This I knew.

What I didn't know was that his girlfriend is also our new Obligations and Contracts professor, after our previous one was suspended for human reasons.

I'm not bitter about it, truly. They're sweet, and I am pre-diabetic. She seems like a professional, competent teacher and lawyer from what little I've seen of her. I don't even know if I like Leghorn beyond a crush - I wouldn't know what to do with him if he was my boyfriend. But they certainly seem to know what to do with each other. I was just surprised that he could get away with the audacity of it all.

The reason is obvious at first glance— he's a guy who is handsome, smart, well-spoken, and charismatic, therefore he is excused with literally having an advantage in our bar subject class because his social value is higher than the social discomfort (faux pas?) that his relationship to our professor would cost him.

But still. I can't help but be incensed.

Maybe I shouldn't? I just got home from a wonderful short trip from work, with just the right amount of socialization and productivity that it made me feel warm and gooey in my chest, and at home with my place in the world.

Though I wouldn't call myself close with my coworkers (our line of work is transitory and ephemeral by nature, we are always coming and going from somewhere) I am getting familiar with them, and putting them a step up from my acquaintances. I might not shake ass in front of them or call them when I have a problem at 3am in the morning, but I will gladly have breakfast and share temporary sleeping quarters with them. Nice folks.

And I got home, and I talked to my fellow teachers (am I still one? Does feeling like an eternal learner count) and measured time by the distances in between our last meetings.

Small world. It's nice and sweet.

I can't fault Leghorn and our professor for holding onto each other when they found themselves, despite the fact that if we weren't in grad school and the roles were reversed it'd be an apple-red flag. Connection is nice and we should hold onto the people we have as long as we have the same values and enjoy each other's company.

I just wish I also had someone else like that. I joke about seducing one of our judge professors, but really, I don't want to get arrested for stealing someone's spouse even if I could (and let's be real, I couldn't).

I rewatched a video of myself today, taken during a 5 minute stop on the somewhat famous beach, sun high on the noon sky. The water looked as though awash with jewels under the surface, turquoise, jade, and emerald underneath a foam lace mantilla.

In the video, my eyes are closed behind my dark transition lenses as I spin in a circle. Children free from the confines of a hot classroom for the duration of the harvest festival, playing games on the warm sand and the icy water. The sun, kissing my face, now behind me, the lines of coconut trees borne from nuts that have been swimming the shores of this earth before my ancestors ever decided to fuck, twisting their trunks to peek curiously at me and my phone, as I spin again on that beach.

I felt so free and loved at that time. Now, mere hours earlier, rewatching it, I see my side profile and undefined jawline, my chin meat flapping like extra lines on a swimming jacket, my glasses floating on a pool of fat and sweaty flesh.

This is not the way to honor things, I know. This is also not the way to end this entry. But I can't help but feel this is connected somehow.

Or maybe I just want to connect disparate points so that these solitary pieces of fact wouldn't be as lonely as I am.

(30) 8:52 PM the same day, the same place.

#t

[marigoldenchrys]

the unexpected date

Let's call this guy I had a date with (in my dream), John. Oh wait, that's literally his second name but anyway, here I go.

Last Friday afternoon of August 11, I had a dream. It's not strange, it's not weird, not scary, and I can't also say happy(?) because although I was happy in that dream, I knew it doesn't feel like how it should feel in real life if I was on a date with John.

Who's John? He is a former coworker, a batchmate on my first ever job. He wasn't converted as a regular employee and I'm not sure why.

What was he like being a coworker? He's cool, one glance at him and you might think he's innocent because of his face but let him talk and you'll see. He ain't the angel you think he is. He smokes, he vapes, he drinks, (so do I) and one thing that I'll forever think about him is that he gossips like a woman. I hate that part of him. I don't know him that much or more like, I didn't get to know who he really is and what he does off work, when at home or whatsoever but I think he's a bit of a good man(?). I'm not 100% sure, really.

There was one time when some of my coworkers wanted to get some drinks, it was after our shift which was around 4am in the morning, yes, and then I was originally thinking of drinking alone because I thought it's better, just me, no noisy people beside me. Just soju and peace, ya' know? Lol. Anyway, they were able to convince me to join them. It was fun anyway. But on our way to where we're gonna get drinks, the rest of the group was ahead of us, by us I mean me and John. So we actually got to chitchat a bit. I remember him sharing that he got his own air conditioner for his room when we started receiving our salary. I may or may not have asked if he has some mixed race because of his eyes. I think he has a monolid eyes(?), not sure but you know, eyes like most Korean/Japanese/Chinese people. I don't remember if he said yes or no, but I think, not sure again, he mentioned having a neighbor whose Japanese(?). And other stuff I no longer remember. Honestly, it felt good talking to him that time because he seemed like a normal guy, like he's just tryna go with the flow of life or something. I wasn't uncomfortable. Wait, I just remembered haha! He also talked about college and studying, and abroad.

So that's John's introduction. Here's the dream I've been dying to share haha!

***

I think we all know that in our dreams the settings are freaking weird and the way it changes is crazy. So please don't mind if I suddenly mentioned that we're in some kind of magical paradise shit playing soccer in front of millions of people with the big aliens above us watching and eating some trees as if it was popcorn.

We were in a room full of ladies and gents. Inside the room there is a big rectangular table that almost consumes the entirety of the room. It didn't matter where you wanted to sit but we were all facing each other from across the table. Some men are on the right side, some women are on the left side and vice versa.

I didn't know what I was doing there. I didn't know what was the purpose of us gathering there inside the room. And so a flashback hit me. I was talking to a girl, a friend, and my words were..

"John? No. Never! I can't imagine dating a guy like him. He's obviously a playboy! He's not serious about relationships and you know me. I don't do games with love. So, nope! Not dating him. Won't ever imagine dating him. He's probably an asshole and would only treat me badly."

And there I was, standing right next to John, who has that very, very, nice smile on his face. So I was confused, but I said nothing. I looked around and was amazed by how beautiful the place we were surrounded with. Then our date started. We went from here and there, vendor to vendor, variety of stalls and all I could hear from him was:

"Do you like this? I'll buy it for you." , "This looks good on you. Let me get it for you." , "Are you hungry? I'll pay for your food." , "You wanna get some milktea? Go ahead, order some and I'll pay." , "Let me get some pictures of you here." , "You look so good in this picture."

All throughout our date, he was annoyingly nice and gentle and thoughtful and sweet and I felt happy, comfortable, special, so loved and cared for and I wanted it to not end. Just let it keep going. I still remember clinging on to his arms. Me smiling felt like it was never-ending. I was jumpy and so excited with every new activity we tried on.

The date was done and we were calming ourselves for all the fun we had. But we both still have that smile on our faces. I can see through his eyes the pure intention he only has for me. It was unusual. The date was unexpected. I was happy and was enjoying everything but deep inside my mind there was a voice that kept telling me, "This isn't how it should be. This is not the usual. It's not right."

I was about to ask him why. Why did he do this? Why is that all of a sudden he's so nice? Why is he in my dream? When I wasn't even thinking about him in real life. But my dream started glitching and then I-

***

My phone was ringing. Someone's calling but I know who it was so I just declined the call and couldn't get back to sleep.

My heart felt weird. I don't like him though.

this song might not fit the content but you get it haha!

#sharing my dream because why not #john #dream #Spotify #writing #writerscommunity

[doppopoppo]

|| Uramichi Daily Headcanon ||

|| Warnings: minor sexual harassment ||

|| Uramichi • Shy|F!Reader ||

Clubbing

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*💙

With the music blaring, more than what he was used to, Uramichi got a headache. He didn't even want to come here. He would much prefer their usual restaurant to drink. But Usahara being the annoying fool he is, dragged everyone to some club he frequents. Something about wanting to see the cute bartender. He should’ve just gone home.

Uramichi looked around the table. Utano was beyond drunk and complaining about her boyfriend. Iketeru was up on stage singing. He was drunk but still sounded good. Kumatani was busy trying to get Iketeru down from the stage. Usahara hitting on the bartender. The annoyed and exhausted man was busy smoking his cigarette, hoping he could go home soon.

“Look at those girls.” Uramichi heard Utano speak up, “oogling over Iketeru like that. Just cuz he’s got a nice voice and looks doesn’t mean shit!” He watched her complain and drop her head on the table. Probably crying.

Just as she said, he could see girls of all ages fawning over Iketeru. Some were even cooing at Kumatani, touched by his big brotherly gestures at Iketeru. Just how drunk was everyone tonight? He’ll get Usahara for this later. At least they’re having fun, well, most of them. Uramichi felt pity for Utano, but there was nothing he could do. So, he just gave a simple pat on her head to calm her down as she cried her soul out.

“Um, excuse me.” He heard a soft, meek voice near him.

Uramichi paid no mind. It was probably some conversation he was overhearing. Utano complained to him and wanted to know why her boyfriend still hasn't asked her to marry him. She’s been dropping hints. He felt awkward as he had no answer to it, considering he wasn’t close to either of them. He sighed, he’ll probably leave soon. But he feels bad leaving his friends drunk inside a club.

Uramichi felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see a young girl, perhaps no older than 25. She looked to be very shy, a faint blush apparent on her <skin color> cheeks. She wasn’t looking at him either but at her fingers, which she was twiddling. “Um, hi there.” Her blush intensified.

It was the same voice as earlier. So, it belonged to her and it was directed at him. He wasn’t interested in getting with some girl he had just met in the club. “Listen, I’m not a cordial man. Nor am I interested.” He quickly rejected the girl. Plus, she deserves someone better than him anyways. He’s in his 30s already, she’s got time to find someone better or improve herself; unlike him.

“There ya are cutie!” He heard a gruff voice coming towards his table.

Utano had long passed out and his friends were still busy doing what they already were. Why is everyone so social in this club?

He can hear the girl mumbling and, was she shaking?

“Where’d ya go? I turn around an ya gone.” The man came up to the trembling girl.

She clung onto the hem of her dress. “I was looking for a friend.” He could hear the fear in her voice. “I couldn’t find them.” She whispered and turned away from Uramichi.

“‘s okay pretty lady. You’ve got me to keep you company tonight and the bed warm.” His hand slipped up to her waist. A sly and gross smile displayed on his face.

Uramichi saw the young girl flinch. He’s not sure if it’s the drinks rushing through his body, but he quickly got up. “You should lay your grimy hands off people who don’t want it on them.” He glared at the gruff man. “Especially not my girlfriend.” Uramichi wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the man.

A gasp left the girl's mouth when she heard him. She stumbled back and felt his toned chest on her back. Despite smelling like cigarettes and alcohol, he was warm.

Uramichi now understood the situation. She wasn’t trying to hit on him or take him back to her place, vice versa. She was trying to protect herself from some man making inappropriate advancements on her. He didn’t like men like that one bit. The girl in his arms didn’t deserve this, no one did.

He could feel her trembling under his arm, so he pulled her closer. He slightly moved Utano to the side and had the girl sit next to his seat.

“Hey listen! She was the one asking for it!” The man defended his actions. “Dancing on the dance floor and swaying her hips.” He licked his lips.

Uramichi was disgusted.

“She was simply enjoying herself. In no sense was she asking for you, or anyone, to come talk to her.” He glared at the man. “She has me to come back to.” Uramichi smirked.

This was extremely out of character for him, but he couldn’t stand by and let someone get harassed. Not when she came to his table for help as well. The stranger, no longer interested, cursed him out. He knew he’d have no chances of winning in a fight against Uramichi. All those muscles weren’t just for show. He walked away, leaving the tree of them at the table.

“Thank you.” He heard her say behind him.

He was grateful she was unharmed. He gave her a fresh glass of water to cool down from the recent event.

“My name's Y/N.” She put her hand out to shake his. “Mines Uramichi.” He replied.

“Sorry to have bothered you and your girlfriend. You didn’t have to do that.” The girl was afraid to look up at him.

She’s right. He didn’t have to, “but it was the right thing to do. I’m glad you’re safe.” He shook her hands. ‘They’re soft.’ He thought to himself. Especially against his own rough palm. “Also,” he pointed to the passed out Utano, “not my girlfriend. Just a coworker. Out with coworkers after clocking out.” He explained and sat down next to her. She seems to have calmed down.

She made an ‘Ah’ face and apologized for the misunderstanding. She looked at him properly for the first time, ‘He’s handsome.’ she thought to herself. Right as she was about to excuse herself, Uramichi spoke up, “you’re free to stay with us at the table until you leave.” He proposed, “for safety measures.” She took him up on his offer and thanked him for his generosity. He reminded her of an older brother figure.

Usahara came back to their table, confused, yet happy, to see the unfamiliar, pretty girl. Right after him, Iketeru and Kumatani joined their table. They all had questioning looks. Uramichi explained what had happened and the girl kept saying thank you.

Kumatani scolded her for coming to a club alone late at night. Iketeru sang random tunes to lighten up the mood. Usahara attempted to flirt with her but Uramichi glared at him each time. Utano’s still passed out. From what he’s noted, she’s shy but gets along with others with ease. Maybe he’ll hang around a bit longer. It’ll be rude of him to not walk his “girlfriend” back home.

Author’s Note:

This came out better in my head, I swear! As a manga reader, I like to think Uramichi actually considers his coworkers his friends 🥺 Thank you for the requests so far! I see y’all thirsty for a specific person at the moment aye 👀 they should be up by the end of the week, be on the look out!

Also I wanted to thank you all for the support you have shown me so far 💜 it means a lot and truly does motivate me to continue writing. Feel free to DM me if you want someone to talk about the anime with XD

Enjoy!

#life lessons with uramichi #uramichi omota #uramichi omota headcanon #big brother uramichi #uramichi x reader #uramichi #daga iketeru #utano tadano #uramichi oniisan #kumatani mitsuo #anime x reader #omota uramichi #usahara tobikichi #uramichi getting annoyed at usahara

[softlystarstruck]

naked and afraid (of emotional intimacy)

idk what this is kfkdkg my gf suggested this title for a fic and it made me cry laugh and i couldnt stop thinking about. anyways, rated m for the uhh implication of dicks? 842 words. thanks @lou-isfake for giving me the thumbs up on this one :)

“This is– stupid. So stupid.”

“Well, Draco, they did say be ready for absolutely anything during Curse-breaker training.”

“Don’t well, Draco me, Potter. ‘Absolutely anything’ should not include walking starkers into a cursed house, and that's a fact.”

“It is pretty interesting how the caster managed to create a curse on the entire house that only affects people wearing anything on their bodies. Like, that’s so… specific. And kind of kinky.”

“Oh my– do not talk to me about kinky stuff while my dick is out, Potter.”

“Ooooooh, are you kinky?”

“This is– this is– we are work partners, Merlin!”

“And friends, you git. Hey, come take a look at this?”

“Stupid Potter and your stupid fucking questions and your stupid friendship–”

“I can hear you muttering.”

“That’s the point.”

~

“Okay, that’s the last of the objects, I think.”

“The house is a cursed object.”

“Ha ha, Draco. You think they want us to dismantle an entire house curse? They’ll send in the Magical Architecture department and figure it out. The magic is probably woven into the building.”

“No, look. Here in the file. Dismantle structural curse.”

“Well, fuck.”

“Indeed.”

“Well, sorry you’ll have to see my arse for a while longer then.”

“It’s– it’s not really– Potter, wait up!”

~

“Fucking finally. Draco, what are you–”

“I’m just going to– oof. No, no, no. Don’t sit on the grass, oh Merlin it’s in my arse– stop laughing at me! Stop. This is– this is cruel mockery and I won’t stand for it.”

“Oh, eugh, it does get in your arse like that.”

“I told you not to sit down!”

“Well, I’m tired.”

“Hm.”

“I– Draco?”

“What.”

“You haven’t called me Potter in years. Not since we started working together. What’s up?”

“Nothing is up.”

“Draco.”

“Potter.”

“See! See. That’s weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“Stop deflecting!”

“Can we please get our things from outside the wards and go back to the office now? We need to write those reports, and also finally put clothes back on, and–”

“I knew it. You’re weird about being naked in front of me.”

“No, no, it’s not–”

“I know I’m bi, but really, that shouldn’t make a difference. I’ll always be respectful of you and if you think it does make a difference I’m honestly rather hurt by that, so–”

“I’m gay!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Whatever. Let’s go.”

“No, Draco, wait, I still don’t understand. You know that I wouldn’t– that I don’t mind you being gay. You know that, right? I honestly never assumed your sexuality, since you never mentioned dating anyone. And it doesn’t… you're my coworker–my partner– and my friend. I’m comfortable with you.”

“That’s– that’s the problem. Oh my god. I need clothes for this conversation.”

“Draco. Stop. No, don’t get up, just– hey, it’s alright. What’s the problem?

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry, I just–”

“This isn’t the way I want us to be naked together!”

“Oh. Draco…”

“Fuck. Fuck. Don’t– are you happy now? Happy that you’ve made me ruin our friendship and our careers and our– what– mmph!”

“…”

“…”

“I like you, too.”

“Yes, the kiss kind of… illuminated that.”

“Hey, uh…”

“Oh my god, Harry. Do not look at– I’m not shagging naked in an abandoned field–”

“Oh, but you’ll kiss naked in an abandoned field?”

“That’s completely different. I am not above leaving you here.”

“Ugh. Accio Draco’s clothes.”

“Not yours?”

“I was thinking of letting Hutchson get a good look at my arse.”

“I don’t think she swings your way, Harry. Also, she’s our boss. Also, just– no. Accio Harry’s clothes.”

“Heh. You’re not allowed to be possessive of my arse until you agree to dinner.”

“… Dinner?”

“Yup. A dinner date. Tonight.”

“Harry, are you sure…”

“Gimme your t-shirt. I bet it smells like you, that perfect mix of– yup, like trees but manly. Somehow. Here, you can wear mine.”

“Harry–”

“Do you have a food preference for dinner? We’ll have to go back to the office for a bit, and then I want to freshen up, to make a good first impression, you know. So how does six sound?”

“Harry! Merlin fuck. Are you– are you sure? I’m– I’m not easy–”

“Well you just had your dick out, so I might argue that point.”

“I… please be serious, I’m– I can’t–”

“Do you remember when I stopped dating?”

“What– yes? You said too many people were just wanting your name, not you.”

“Heh, yeah, I did. Well. I’ve been sure since then.”

“I– what the fuck? That was two years ago, Harry!”

“Yeah.”

“Two years?! No, don’t just shrug at me, you– you–”

“I’m sure about this, Draco. I’m sure about you.”

“Fuck. You are, aren’t you.”

“I’m not really known for doing things halfway.”

“Harry… I– I want…”

“Hmm. You wanna kiss again?”

“I do.”

“We really should go back to the office.”

“We should.”

“Ah, fuck, Draco, come here– c’mere, yeah. Oh that tickles, you bastard, hah, stop–!”

“You wanted a kiss– hehehe STOP–”

“Payback! But kiss me for real, yeah?”

“Fine.”

#softly writing #drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic

[bakuhoes-dumbass]

ABERRATION BOYS BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!

A/N: Hello my nerds, today is my Birthday! So to celebrate my unfortunate birth, I'm doing a special scenario post for my Ab!Boys!

~~

What do the boys from Aberration get you for your birthday?! (GN!Reader!)

These are NOT cannon to the storline.

Warnings: VERY DARK CONTENT. Yandere Headcannons ahead. Mentions of skinning, non-con cum-eating and video recording, stalking, murder, mutilation, manipulation, etc. If you are uncomfortable with these types of things, DO NOT READ. Proceed with caution, as I do not feel bad if you choose to do so while being warned.

MINORS DNI

~~~

Tokoyami

You're seated on the bed, staring at your simple but beautiful ankle bracelet Tokoyami bought for you. Smiling, you fiddle with the gems, entranced by the sparkle that reflects off them.

"Starlight?"

Your head snaps up to see your boyfriend sticking his head through the door way. A love-sick smile grows on your face. "Fumi, you're back!"

He chuckles before slipping through the door way and sits down on the bed, hands behind his back. "Do you remember what today is?" Your face scrunches up in thought before shaking your head. He sighs warmly at the cute look on your face. "Today's your birthday, my starlight. And I got you something."

Tokoyami moves his hands from behing him and your eyes light up upon seeing the book he hands you. "Fumi, thank you! It's beautiful." Your hand traces over the cover, following the lines of the ornate designs. "It looks so familiar..." you mumble.

Tokoyami swallows the lump in his throat. "It's one of a kind, love. Would you like me to read it to you?" He tries to steer the conversation away from your feeling of familiarity, not wantinf you to realize it's one of your old books from before he took you.

You nod excitedly and climb into his lap. His arms circle around you and hold you tight, as his thumb grazes over your anklet, eyes boring into the gems that track your every movement.

Kirishima-

"Happy Birthday to my Pebble~ Happy Birthday to my Pebble~"

You glare at the redhead smiling and dancing in front of you as you tug at your restraints. A low huff leaves your lips. "Can you stop? I don't want you celebrating my birthday."

Kirishima stops dancing and gives you a puppy-dog stare. "But why? It's the day my beautiful wife was born! It should be a day to rejoice!"

"Kirishima, I'm not your wife! I'm nor your girlfriend! I'm not anything to you!" You sit up in the bed you were restrained to, only able to move so far forward. "You drugged me, kidnapped me and are currently holding me against my will."

Kirishima watches with a mixture of sadness and anger at your defiant attitude. He hates it when you struggle. He doesn't understand why you're so reluctant to be here! With him! Your husband! That's when he remembers your gift.

"Oh! This is a perfect time to give you your birthday present!"

He drops to his knees and crawls under the bed. You hear rummeging underneath you and your terror spikes. You knew what he kept under the bed, so this couldn't be good. As he comes back up, he's holding a pair of black leather cuffs.

"Surprise! I got you new cuffs!" He climbes onto the bed and straddles you. "These are so cool because instead of being just normal cuffs, they have these two little metal rivets that will shock you whenever I want!"

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to scream. Kirishima is quick, however. He grabs your face with his hand, hardening it so your scream is muffled. His face geta closer to yours, that sickening grin never leaving.

"Baby, you don't like it? Do you want something else? Don't worry! I have another gift in mind. How about a fresh, bloodied heart that was ripped out of the chest of that mean boss of yours?"

Hawks

"You see this right here?" Your cowroker holds her hand out, showing you and your fellow employees her brand new diamond ring. "He finally proposed! It was about time. It took him awhile to get an ACTUAL ring worthy of me, though. But it's so expensive and beautiful, EEP!"

Keigo watches as you roll your eyes for the thousandth time. He could tell you were getting annoyed, and I mean, who wouldn't? Your coworker has always been a complete bitch to everyone, a lot directed at you.

"Oof, it just sucks that Y/N can't seem to find someone. That's probably the only way they'll be able to look a little less," she looks you up and down. "Er, homeless."

Keigo watches from his perch as you flip her off snd walk away. His hands clench tightly into fists, desperately wanting to knock a bitch out. That's when it hit him. It was your birthday today! And now he knew just what he wanted to gift you.

~~~

"Bye guys, and thank you!"

You wave to your friends after they drop you off at home. They had taken you out for dinner for your birthday and you bad fun. Definitely something you needed after the crappy morning you had.

As you walk up to your door, you notice a small package waiting for you outside. You smile, wondering of it was your long distance partner sending you a birthday gift. You carefully open the package, but once you see the contents, a scream is ripped out of your throat and you stumble away from the box.

Inside, what a severed finger with an absolutely beautiful diamond ring still on it. You failed to notice a small blood-covered note flitter to the floor.

'Happy Birthday, babybird. I hope you like it.'

Tamaki

Tamaki stares at you from behind a tree. He's been following you for a few hours now, just basking in all your wonderful glory. He stares at you with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, wishing he could actually get up the nerve to speak to you.

Finally you're off of work and headed home. He really hates seeing you talk to all those really pretty people. What if you were to get a partner?! That wasn't him?! He whimpers at the thought, hands clenching and unclenching.

"Y/N!"

The sound of your name snaps him out of his thoughts. He watches as your friend, whom he deemed not-a-threat yet, skip up to you.

"Are you doing anything for your birthday tomorrow?"

Tamaki's face turns pale. Your birthday! How could he forget the most important day of his life?! The day his precious bunny was born. You would be so disappointed in him. He reluctantly scrambles away from his hiding spot and runs home to get your gift.

~~~

"Oh?"

You stand in your doorway, a package sitting on your front steps. You tilt your head in curiosity and pick it up. Opening it up, you find the most adorable stuffed bunny you've ever seen. And a note.

"Y/N, Happy Birthday! I hope you like this bunny, I thought if you when I saw it. Love, your secret admirer."

You squeal slightly and hug the soft fluff, thinking this was from your flirty coworker. You bring it up to your room and sit it on your bed next to your other stuffies.

Tamaki stares at the screen on his phone, his face bright red at the hug you gave the stuffed bunny. It actually felt like you were hugging him! His happiness was through the roof. He knew you would love it!

But his attention now is back on you as he watches you slowly take your clothes off, one by one, to get ready for bed. His tongue practically falls out of his mouth, watching your bare back closely.

One day, he swears he won't have to watch through the camera.

Overhaul

Chronos watches you closely over the top of his book. You glare at him with tears in your eyes while huddled up in the furthest corner of your human sized cage. Hugging your knees tighter to your chest, you turn your gaze away with a sniffle.

"You know the boss wouldn't want you to cry on your birthday."

You roll your eyes and grip you legs tighter. "I doubt someone who keeps a human in a cage really cares about when they want to cry." You sigh. "Besides, he probably doesn't even give a shit if it's my birthday. I don't even give a shit, at this point."

"Of course I care."

The hair on your body stands up on end as the voice of your captor appears. Fear shoots through you upon seeing his masked face. In one hand he has a gift bag, the other stuffed in his pocket.

"Why wouldn't I care about my pet's birthday?"

He squats to unlock the cage and gestures you over with his finger. You swallow the lump in your throat and crawl out to him, knowing the consequences if you don't follow his rules. He sits down in his chair and pats the side of his thigh for you to kneel next to him.

He opens the gift bag and pulls out a dog collar. A part of you wanted to gag at the thought of being collard to this maniac. But another part of you couldn't help but think how absolutely gorgeous and expensive this collar looked.

"Oh, it's beautiful... Master." You wanted to slap yourself for calling him that, but you had no choice. The last thing you want is to be punished.

Kai hums with approval at your words before buckling the collar around your neck. He finsihes it off with a small padlock to the back, so no one can remove it except for him. A gloves finger grazes over your neck in admiration before looking over to Chronos.

"Prep them for a routone cleaning."

The calmed state you were in was once more replaced by terror. "No, please Master! I've been good, I promise! Please dont do this!" You scramble backwards, away from the two masked men. But Kai was quick and hooked his fingers under your collar, dragging yoi back to him.

"You know this is a must, pet. I need to make sure every inch of you is cleansed before I send any more time with you." He taps the side of your collar with his free hand. "And there is no use attempting to run away. This will forever track any movement you make from here on out."

Kai throws your body over to Chronos, who throws your struggling self over his shoulder.

"Oh, and Happy Birthday, my pet."

Shoto

"Darling~"

You stir in your bed, hearing your boyfriend's voice.

"Darling, wake up~"

Eyes open to see a blurry red and white haired man softly smiling down at you. You stretch your body out and yawn with a cute smile.

"Mmmm Sho, good morning~"

Shoto sighs softly, admiring your beautiful features. "Guess what day it is today. It's a very special day."

You tolt your head, trying to remember the exact date but you are the sure. It's been while since time actually mattered.

"It's your birthday, darling! Happy Birthday! I've got something fun planned for you~"

You sit up, your chains rattling against the bed frame. "You do? I'm so excited! What is it?"

Shoto holds up his black card. "We're going shopping. I'll be getting whatever your heart desires."

Your eyes widen. "Wait, does that mean I actually get to go out? Really?!"

Shoto's smile falters before returning to a softened look. Slight guilt flashes in his eyes. "Darling, you know I can't let you go outside. It's not safe. No, we're doing online shopping~" Shoto grabs his phone and crawls behind you, sitting you in his lap. "Here lets look through some sights and get you some cute stuff."

"I want my darling to have everything they want, so they don't want to leave~"

Dabi

"Mouse."

You stay huddled up in the corner of the room, knees to your chest, not even daring to look at him. Dabi frowns at your defiant behavior. He knows he took you without your permission, but that was so long ago. Shouldn't you have been broken in by now?

"Little Mouse."

You continue to rock back and fourth on the floor, chains clanking together. Dabi sighs, annoyance starting to eat at him. He walks over to you and grabs yoi by the throat, lifting you up.

"You are to respond when I'm speaking to you. Understand?" You let out a little squeak and quickly nod your head with widened eyes. He sits you down on the bed and gives you a lazy smile. "That's better. Now, I have something for you."

He opens the closet door to bring out a box. He places it in front of you. "Happy Birthday, my little mouse."

"Oh, yeah. That's today." You mumble quietly. Kmowing Dabi, this gift was going to have some sort of catch but curiosity got the better of you. But curiosity turned into regret immediately as you throw the lid and scream.

Inside the box were a pair of boots. But they weren't jusf any pair of boots, they were handmade. It was human skin staples together, making them look just like Dabi himself.

"What, does my little mouse not like them?" He smirks before climbing on the bed. He grabs your legs and pulls you down towards him with a manic look on his face.

"That's fine. How about I burn my name into you instead?"

Bakugo

"KATSUKI!"

You jolt up in bed, suddenly awakened by a nightmare. Looking next to you, you see your boyfriend's side of the bed empty. A whimper escapes your lips as yoi trt to calm your racing heart.

"Angel?!" The door to the bedroom slams open, Bakugo's quirk popping in his hands and waiting to attack whomever touched his precious angel. He looks around frantically but notices nothing except your heavy breathing and sweat covered body. "Are you alright? What happened?"

You motion towards him with a sniffle and grabby hands. "I had a dream that you locked me back up in the basement again for days, without you." He comes sits next to you on the bed and pushes the hair out of your sweat covered face. "It was dark and silent and terrifying. Please don't do that again! I would miss you! I've been good, I promise!"

Bakugo sighs and pulls you into a hug. "I know, Angel. You've been doing so well, I'm so proud of you." He plants a kiss on your head as you relax into his arms. "I have a surprise for you actually. Stay right here."

You nod your head, watching him leave the room for a moment, your ankle tugging on the chain that attached you to the bed. I mean, it's not like you would get very far. Bakugo comes back in with a plate of cake and a candle.

"Happy Birthday, my beautiful angel."

Your eyes light up as he sets the piece of cake in front of you. You blow out the candle and take a bite, savoring the taste. "Kats, this is so good! The cake is so fluffy and the frosting is creamy and sweet. Thank you!"

Bakugo watches you with a lovesick grin on his face. He goes to adjust the tightness in his pants as he watches you devour his specially made cake without hesitation.

Denki

"Yeah, it's been super weird. I've been finding these little pieces of jewelry on my bed almost every night the past week."

You continue cleaning the counter as you explain to your cowroker the weird things that have been happening to you. She gives you a strange look.

"Are you sure you haven't misplaced your jewelry on your bed and just forgot?"

You turn your head to give her a dumbfounded look. "Uh, yeah. I think I would remember putting jewelry I've nevee seen before on my bed at the same time every night."

"Well, I don't know! It's just so weird. I don't have any other rational explanation." She suddenly gasps. "What if you have a stalker?!"

"Shh, don't say things like that." You hiss at her but a part of you is wondering if that might be true.

After your shift ends, you wave goodbye and begin your journey home. Unbeknownst to you, an energetic blonde watches as you walk home, excited for you to see your final birthday gift.

Once you step through the door of your house, something feels off. Having a weird feeling, you immediately but slowly make your way to your bedroom and turn on the lights. That's when you see a small but long white box placed on your bed, this time with a note. You carefully open the box to reveal a gorgeous necklace with a small black and yellow lightning bolt charm. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you reluctantly open up the note, hoping to finally uncover some answers.

"Happy Birthday, my dear. You can call me Kaminari. And soon, you will be all mine."

Midoriya

*Click*

You turn around upon hearing the closing of a camera shutter but see nothing. Thinking it's all in your head, you shrug and continue to walk to your parents for your birthday dinner.

"Shit, that was too close." Midoriya mumbles under his breath as he hides in a set of bushes just beyond your vision. He scrolls through his camera roll, looking through every single shot to make sure he's got what he needs.

"These aee perfect! Oh they're going to love it!" He checks to make sure you're long gone before he scrambles out of his hiding spot and runs home to make your gift.

~~~

You unlock the door to your house and step inside with a sigh. As much as you love your birthday and seeing your family, sometimes they can be a little much. Now it's time for you to sit back and relax. You change into your pajamas and turn on your comfort movie with a drink in hand, when suddenly your doorbell rings.

"Who the hell is here at 10 at night?"

You carefully peek through the peep hole in your door, not seeing anyone. Slowly, you open the door and look down to see a neatly wrapped gift. You know you probably shouldn't take a strange gift off of your doorstep, but curiosity gets the better of you.

Taking it back to your livingroom, you open it to reveal a scrapbook. Anxiety raises through your body as you open the first page. Eyes widen in horror the further you flip through, non-consentual pictures taken of you and your family litter the pages. Not only are there ones from being out in public, but private, intimate moments that no one should have seen. But the moment you found a lock of your hair glued to one of the pages was the moment you called the police.

Shinso

Shinso squats infront of you as you stare at him with dead eyes.

"Kitten, I have a surprise for you today."

You shake your head, mumbling. "I don't want it."

Shinso caresses your cheek with his hand before giving it a quick slap. You try ti3 jerk your head away but he grips your cheeks, squishing them together. "Stop being a brat, you don't even know what it is yet. Now, stand up."

You don't even get a chance to stand up yourself as Shinso hauls you up by your face. "I'm taking you out for your birthday."

Your eyea widen in fear and you shake your head. "N-No, please. I'd rather stay here. L-Let's do something together here. Please."

Shinso clicks his tongue. "Come now, kitten. I'm letting you go outside. We don't do this very often, it's a special treat. Is it not?"

You shake your head. "Please, no, everytime you take me out you-"

You go silent, mind fogged over and once again, under his control. There are moments when he mind-controls you to where you don't remember anything the morning after and those moments are awful. But when he feels like being extra cruel? He finally takes you outside, taking you out to eat, to see a movie, to go shopping. You're under his control the entire time but you remember everything. You are right there, fully aware of whats happening around you but can't do anything to ask for help, to save yourself. And it's terrifying

A tear rolls down your cheek as you follow him out the front door, his hand in yours. He smirks, knowing you could never leave him.

"Happy Birthday, Kitten."

#yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #aberration hcs #aberration #bakuhoes-dumbass

[theoreticslut]

「 favourite christmas wish 」

luke alvez x reader

summary: coming home to find you under the christmas tree, luke has some smart comments to make.

requested: no

word count: 1.6k

warnings: slight pov shift from reader to luke, few swear words, fluff

a/n: ahhh i’m so happy with this fic. idk if it’s necessarily my best work, but it’s super cute/fluffy and it’s LUKE! plus it’s christmas-y which makes me happy even though it’s clearly not very christmas-y around here rn. i wrote this as a small little writing challenge for @jillys-feral-fandoms christmas sleepover, so definitely check that out! anyways, I hope you like the fic! pls like, comment, & REBLOG if you did xx

“Roxy! Oreo!" you hiss exasperatedly.

They have to be chasing each other across the apartment, bumping into the tree as they go and knocking off some ornaments. Thankfully none of them break as they fall on the tree skirt, but they did roll under the tree a bit.

You love your pets, but sometimes they could be little menances, especially when it came to your cat. He was truly a little terror more than half the time.

When you had attended a BAU family dinner a few years ago with emily, you didn't expect to fall for her coworker and team member, Luke. As a profiler however, as well as having been your best friend for literal years, she noticed your attraction and crush on him right away.

Being herself, she encouraged you to pursue it - inviting you to more BAU outings, talking you up to Luke (without your knowledge of course), and even purposefully calling you to come pick her up from a night out drinking with the team when she had gotten a bit too tipsy.

Before long Luke was asking for your number and asking you out on a date which you had happily agreed to. You were nervous as to how your pets would react to the situation though. You know that Luke and Roxy had been the only ones in each other's lives for awhile, and the same went for you and Oreo. In your case, however, Oreo was quite possessive and attached to you. You weren't sure what bringing another person into your life would do.

Luckily after having Luke over frequently, Oreo seemed to accept him. Personally, you believe it was more due to the fact that your cat saw how happy Luke made you rather than him just accepting this new person into your lives. Either way it was exciting to see him tolerating, and even giving his attention to, Luke.

It was even better when your started to see Oreo getting along and loving Roxy a few months after you moved in with Luke. You and Luke were getting along amazingly and were more than ready to move on to the next step in the relationship, but you both knew what the risks of introducing your animals to each other were.

Luke was the brilliant mastermind for the entire ordeal, though. He was the one to suggest that the two of you slowly introduce the animals to each other before you moved in with each other. He started bringing Roxy whenever he came over, letting her get even more used to you, even though she had already accepted you from the first time you met her, as well as get used to Oreo.

He went slow with it - bringing her over just for a couple hours at a time before bringing her over when he stayed the night with you. It seemed to go okay, too. Oreo wasn't necessarily happy about this dog invading his home, but he tolerated her which you and Luke couldn't be mad about.

It's been just over a year that you've lived together now, and the two got along amazingly. Roxy loved playing and instigating Oreo when he was laying around, and Oreo loved to play and instigate her when she layed around. It's truly like they were siblings that had grown up together at this point.

You loved it, but it could be frustrating when they were being a bit too energetic playing like they were today. Realizing you needed to get the ornaments picked up before you forgot about them, you sigh and kneel down in front of the tree.

Looking under the tree, you try to figure out where they fell, but from this angle you couldn't see them. Figuring they had rollen further underneath, you resort yourself to laying face-down on the floor to try to get them.

While you could see them, you unfortunately couldn't reach them from where you were at given you had rather short arms compared to the girth of the tree you and Luke had gotten for the holidays.

Sighing, you cautiously start to wiggle yourself underneath the tree trying to reach the damn ornaments. You honestly would have left them if they weren't sentimental family pieces that you wanted to see on the tree.

One was a hand-made faux stained-glass bulb you had painted little snowflakes on in glue before covering in silver glitter. The others were character ornaments that you remember having on your tree every christmas since you were a child. It just wasn't christmas if those ornaments weren't on the tree. Therefore, under the tree you went to retrieve them.

~.~

Luke was thrilled to be coming home on time from work. Every night he got to see his favourite girls and little guy was a good night. In his mind, there's nothing better than getting to hold you in his arms each night, especially when he got to fall asleep with you in his arms.

He honestly doesn't know if he'll ever be able to thank Emily enough for getting the two of you together. When he saw you at that dinner with emily a few years ago, he knew he needed to find a way to get to know you. Not only were you breathtakingly beautiful, but you radiated this warmth in your smile and laugh that he knew would be the end of him. Having gone home that night without your number will always be his dumbest moment.

The next week when Emily came in and started talking about you to him more and more frequently though, he knew the universe was giving him another chance. He never gave it a thought that the entire reason Emily started talking about you more frequntly was because she knew you liked him though. In his mind, you couldn't possibly find him attractive. What a surprise - but also a relief - it was when you said yes to going on a date with him. Now you've been dating for nearly three years and he's never been happier.

Knowing that you more than likely haven't done anything for dinner yet, he stops by your guys' favourite takeout place and orders your favourite. He's all ready to surprise you with a rather early return home from work and a night full of cuddles and movies, but when he walks in the door to find you literally under the tree, he's the one getting surprised.

As the good boyfriend he is, he can't help but enjoy the view of your ass as you do whatever it is that you're doing. He can't help it - your ass is one of his favourite parts of your body, and he loves every part of your body.

Setting the food down on the end table closest to him, he can only smirk to himself as you wiggle around not knowing he's there.

"Well I see my present has arrived under the tree," he chuckles. "Have to say that the big guy knew exactly what I wished for."

Watching you peek out from under the tree he can see you roll your eyes, but that also means he sees the annoyed smile that only he can bring on your lips.

"I hope you're talking about all of me and not just my ass, Alvez."

Chuckling, he makes his way over to you as you reach for him in a silent demand for help.

"As much as I love your ass, hon, nothing compares to all of you. What are you even doing under there?"

"Our lovely animals knocked some ornaments down when they bumped into the tree while chasing each other earlier. I've been trying to get them, but they rolled underneath the tree a bit too far." you answer, huffing lightly.

"Do you need some help?"

"I just need you to grab them as I hand them to you. Then maybe help me get out from here myself."

Chuckling lightly, he nods and starts grabbing the few ornaments you hand out to him. Setting them on the couch for safe keeping, he moves to stand over you - one foot on either side of your body. He carefully wraps his arms around your waist and helps slide you out from under the tree, only rolling your shirt up under your breasts as he does so.

He watches as you stand up and adjust your clothes, dusting them off as well, before finally looking up to him with a big smile.

"Thank you, baby. I appreciate the help. I like seeing you home so early."

"I like being home so early. I miss you every second that I'm there." he chuckles, placing a kiss to your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, his going around your waist and lifting you up off the floor.

You giggle as you wrap your legs around his body to hold yourself up, pressing a kiss to his lips as soon as he pulls away.

"I love you, luke."

"I love you, y/n." he smiles before patting your ass to signal he's setting you down. "Now I brought home your favourite as a surprise. What do you say we eat while it's still warm?"

Chuckling at your eager nod, he sets you down and motions for you to sit while he heads out to the kitchen for drinks and silverware.

When he comes back he can't help the smile that grows on his face as you start 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas,' the snowflakes dancing across the screen while the soft music and opening credits play.

Taking a seat beside you while Roxy and Oreo finally coming out from wherever they had been hiding at the smell of food, Luke can't imagine a better night. He can't help but chuckle at his earlier comment either - you, and this life he has with you, are by far the best christmas gift he could ever want.

#criminal minds #cm fanfic #cm fluff #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez fluff

[folksaga-if]

“It is a long story, and it does no credit to anyone: there is murder in it, and trickery, lies and foolishness, seduction and pursuit.                                                                                           Listen."

                               - Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology

You are a human. A totally normal one.

Honestly.

You’re a human. You’re a bartender, which is a very normal job for a human to have, and when you walk down the winding streets of Akureyri you can blend seamlessly into any crowd of people which is, without question, only something that a human could do.

The fact that you came here two years ago with nothing but the clothing on your back doesn’t mean anything; you’re hardly northern Iceland’s first wayfaring soul. That you had no money to your name, no friends or family to speak of — that’s a fairly average human thing, too. And that little craving you have, that quiet urge to dig your teeth into any passing stranger’s throat? It's completely, entirely mundane.

It’s manageable. You’re managing.

Or you were, until someone — someone who's decidedly not as good at this human thing as you are — begins leaving a trail of dead bodies at your doorstep, and a trio of god-like siblings take a seat at your bar.

(Ragnarök might have marked the end of the Norns, but that doesn't mean your fate died along with them.)

MAGNI THORSON .

No doubt the mightiest of his siblings, the eldest child of Thor is exactly the sort of person you would expect him to be: a giant (half-giant, in fact) asshole with a smoulder and a knife-sharp jawline to match. He’ll match your every word with a cocky grin and a joke that’s nowhere near as funny as he thinks, and he’ll look every inch the prince that he is all the while.

(Well, the prince that he was. Just don’t let him hear you say that.)

MODI THORSON .

For the supposed embodiment of his father’s wrath, the God of Thunder’s second son is surprisingly…not that. He’s no picnic, mind you — he’s broody, he’s secretive, and he's fucking intense, but that hardly equates to fury incarnate. You’re sure there’s something hiding under that moody surface; whether or not you want to uncover it is a different story entirely.

(Looks like even gods aren’t immune to middle-child syndrome. Who knew?)

THRÚD THORSDÓTTIR .

Valkyrie, seidhr, paragon of strength — with all of her mother’s best traits (and a few of her father’s worst), is it any wonder that Thor’s youngest child was also his favourite? Smarter than her half-brothers and more likeable by a longshot, you might find yourself forgetting how easily the fortune-telling goddess could break you in two. You might, but she’ll be happy to remind you if you do.

(Maybe a little too happy, in fact.)

KATLA B̶͍̏L̸̝͑O̵̟͠M̴̳̓Q̴̯̔V̵̺͆I̷̗͛S̵̠͒T̸̬̒ .

A fellow nomad and your coworker at Black Thunder, the first friend you made in Akureyri has remained your closest. Mischevious, magnetic, and often up to no small amount of trouble, there are times when you think you might know Katla better than you know yourself. You even know about her…well, you know that she…sorry, what were you talking about again?

(It's just that it’s nice, being close to someone who’s so very human.)

THE MARE .

There’s a voice in your head and a shadow in your dreams, and they’re telling you to run. You probably shouldn’t trust them.

(…Right?)

Customize your monster character. New life, new you! Choose your gender identity, change your name, cut your hair, and remember: if you’re starting to grow tired of running from your past, try on a new outfit and start running faster.

Play as one of three runway creatures from Norse mythology — a cunning keeper of the forest, a charming warden of the lake, or a formidable guardian of the mountains. Each has its quirks (would you prefer a hollowed-out tree for a back, or webbed fingers and forearms covered in scales?), but they all have two key things in common: they’ll kill to protect their homes, and you’re definitely not one of them.

Choose your own fate, out of the countless that are presented to you. Had oatmeal instead of skyr with your breakfast this morning? You might have just brought about Ragnarök 2.0. Nice one, asshole.

Multiple romance options, with each available to pursue regardless of your gender or background. Ever wanted to kiss a god under a starry sky? Now's your chance! Or maybe you’re through with immortal beings and desperate to ask the pretty server on a date? Go for it! She’s definitely a human too. Totally. You’d be able to tell if she wasn’t. Wouldn’t you?

Save the world — or don’t. It's your choice, and isn't that what true freedom is all about?

Folksaga is inspired by The Edda, Norse mythology, and Twin Peaks, with a bit of tweaking to the myths as needed for the sake of plot. MC backgrounds have been adjusted to fit for all players regardless of gender identity, and creative liberty has been taken with some smaller points for a smoother storytelling experience. All changes will be explained in an FAQ post (too be added in the links below ASAP!)

The current demo consists of the prologue (introductory lore + character creation), which is about 20k words. I plan to post it in the next few weeks, after some edits + the completion of chapter one!

I expect it to be somewhere in the range of 600,000 to 700,000 words, but this is subject to change (and likely will due to my propensity for rambling text. oops.).

I’ve written  short and long-form original fiction as well as a lot of fanfic (say hello @ pentaghastly on AO3, and @kendallroynsfw on tumblr!), but this is my first IF! Bugs and coding issues may appear in the demo; please let me know if any issues arise during your playthroughs.

Folksaga is a work in progress. I would love constructive feedback when the demo is posted, as well as any bugs or grammar issues to be brought to my attention if I've missed them :) I would also love patience, because I'm a full time health care worker who gets sleepy lots xoxo

A Swedish farmer named Sven Andersson was executed in 1691 for having intercourse with a mountain nymph, or bergsr��. I will neither confirm or deny if his Wikipedia article was the inspiration for this IF, except I will confirm it and it definitely was.

MC ORIGINS | RO INTROS | demo coming soon!

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #interact-if #choice of games #choicescript #cog #hosted games #hg #interactive game #text-based #norse mythology #twin peaks #romance #mystery #murder mystery #folksaga-if

[brrahbrrahcharacterimagines]

Quickie (Might Guy x Reader) *Smut*

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Might Guy x Reader

Word Count: 2192

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), quickie, dirty talk, praise kink, lots of dirty sex things

A/N: oop and again my thirstiness reaches over 2000 words... enjoy

Your week couldn't have been much worse. You were only assigned low-ranking missions despite your skill. Instead of going off to save the leaf village, you saved a cat from a tree and pulled weeds. It couldn't have gotten much lower than that.

It isn't that you aren't powerful. Your jutsu is on par with the likes of Guy or Kakashi, so you don't know why you drew the short stick this week.

On top of that, on your way home from the store you dropped an armful of groceries and apples rolled across the street in front of a group of civilians. Already not liking to be looked at so often in your uniform, looking clumsy while people watched was somewhat of a final straw. When Kakashi told you he was getting a group together to go out, you didn't hesitate to say yes.

A couple of your colleagues were already at the bar when you got there, but none of your close friends. You made your way to the counter, calling the bartender over.

"Can I get a tequila sunrise? Extra tequila?" You ask the man behind the counter. He chuckles back, nodding and making your drink.

Handing it over to you, the drink doesn't stay in your hand for long. After a while you've had a second, and before you knew it you were ready to hit the dance floor. You glanced back over towards the other Shinobi, seeing Kakashi finally made it. You smiled at him with a little wave before making your way to the floor.

You let the music take hold of your body, the bass becoming your heartbeat as you moved to the rhythm. You didn't mind dancing alone, it was freeing. It was as if you were letting go of all the stresses of the week. You moved your hips back and forth to the beat, flipping your hair every so often. You felt hot.

-

Guy didn't want to go out tonight. He'd told Kakashi he wasn't feeling it, but Kakashi could be more persistent than just about anyone. All Kakashi had to do was tell Guy that he could outdrink him, and Guy had to show up just to prove him wrong.

Walking in, Guy noticed pretty much everyone was already there. he made his way to Kakashi, taking note of the glass of water in front of him.

"Waiting on me to start our competition?" Asked guy with a confident smile.

"Oh, hey Guy!" Said Kakashi with a wave. While his tone was cheerful, Guy sensed a note of sarcasm underneath. "I guess you'll win tonight, I'm the sober monitor tonight."

Damn it, thought Guy, he got me.

Deciding to enjoy himself anyway, Guy ordered some sake to get started. Looking around, he noticed a member of the party was missing. He knows Kakashi had asked you to come, but when he didn't find you at the table he figured you had decided not to come after all.

That's when he caught a glimpse of (h/c) hair from the dance floor. You were nearly straight in front of him, dancing without a care in the world. You had a smile on your face, lost in the music. Guy couldn't help but stare at you. You looked so...

Youthful.

He had always admired your skills in taijutsu. He liked the fact that you valued it in the same way that he did. Yet, he felt something more than just admiration when he looked at you tonight. Looking at you out on the dance floor, Guy couldn't help but notice just how attractive you were. His eyes made their way up and down the curves of your body, lingering on your chest to admire the fact that you had chosen to wear a low-cut dress tonight.

Lower down, he stared at the way you swung your body to the beat. The way your hips moved were almost sinful.

Guy cleared his throat, turning away. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks, hoping nobody saw in the dim light. Unluckily for him, as soon as he turned away he came face to face with Kakashi.

"See something you like?" He teased. Guy could only feel his blush growing stronger as he tried to stammer out an acceptable response. Kakashi just chuckled at his coworker. "Go say hi. It's not like she's a stranger."

Not one to let Kakashi get the last laugh, Guy decided to actually follow through with his joking advice.

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You had no idea how long you had been dancing. The songs flowed one to the next, seamless transitions making sure you would have no idea how many songs passed as you danced the night away.

"May I join you?" Asked a familiar voice, jolting you from your trance.

"Guy!" You exclaimed, turning around to face him. Your breathless smile made his heart skip a beat, but you didn't notice. "I'm glad you made it."

Guy returned your smile, "I didn't know you would be here. I'm happy I was wrong."

You continued moving, more mindful of your colleague in front of you. He was a really good dancer, which wasn't all that surprising. In many ways taijutsu is a dance in itself, and his skill with it could explain his skill in moving his body now.

The two of you danced together, keeping a respectable distance. That was, until, you saw a mischievous glint cross his eye. Guy began walking away, and you had to admit you were sad to see him go. You turned your thoughts back to the song, moving in time to the rhythm as you assumed he walked away. Then you felt them on you.

His hands.

You felt two large hands grab you by the hips. It would have scared you had you not recognized the green sleeves around the wrists.

Your breath caught in your throat, causing a smile to rise to Guy's face even though you couldn't see it. He began moving in time with you, swaying to the beat behind you. He was almost tantalizingly close to you, and you felt your breath get heavier. How had you never noticed him like this before?

The song transitioned to the next, the pace a bit faster. You took a leap of faith.

Leaning forward just enough, you shook your hips from side to side without moving Guy's hands. You felt them grab onto you tighter, only spurring you on as you began to grind against your fellow ninja.

At first you tried to ignore it, but soon it was impossible not to feel his hardening cock against your ass. It would be a lie to say it wasn't only spurring you to continue. It was hard to deny the way his reaction was making you feel, a tingle shooting down to your core.

You had just started to get into it when he used his grip on you to force you upright again.

You felt your heart drop. Maybe you shouldn't have done that.

"Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." Said Guy into your ear, the roughness of his voice making you lust for the man even more. Admittedly, you watched as he walked away. He winked at you before sauntering off, the muscles on his back defined as he turned away from you.

Five minutes couldn't pass by fast enough.

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Guy entered the bathroom, taking a deep breath once he was inside. He didn't know what had come over him, but he needed you. He needed you bad, and he needed you now. His head was spinning just thinking about it, and he'd barely had a cup of sake. The way you felt under his hands, and pressed up against him, was what was making him feel this way.

He was never this needy. Guy was always the one to have this effect on women, never the other way around. Sure, he'd had plenty of experience. But he had never been so desperate for the bathroom door to open and see you standing there.

As the minutes passed, he began to worry if it had been a mistake. What if you weren't coming? You could be with the rest of your friends right now, laughing about what he had just said to you. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind. You weren't like that. Right?

He heard the bathroom door swing open, the quiet click of a lock accompanying its close.

"Hey," you said.

-

You mentally smacked yourself at your word choice. That's really all you could come up with?

Looking up at Guy, you knew you looked needy. Lust overwhelmed your senses as you took in his strong physique. He made his way towards you, leaning down towards your lips. You eyes fluttered shut.

"Hey," he said. You opened your eyes to see a cocky smile plastered on his face.

"Shut up," you replied, not caring much for his teasing as you smashed your lips to his. As soon as you did he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you back hungrily. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth at the feeling, only spurring him on.

You grabbed at his chest, using a fistful of his uniform to try and pull him even closer to you. His hands wandered lower, pulling up the short skirt of your dress to grope your ass. He growled lowly, kneading at the soft flesh.

Guy's lips moved downwards to the side of your neck, kissing a trail until he found your sweet spot. He stopped, sucking, biting, and kissing as all you could do was moan for him. You knew you would have to explain the hickey to your team later, but right now you didn't care. All you cared about was how good it felt to have Guy's lips on your body.

Your own hands wandered lower on Guy's body, palming his erection through his pants. He wasn't even fully hard yet, and you could feel how big he was. He bucked his hips towards you as you continued jacking him off through the fabric that felt way too thick for your liking.

Guy reached down, and in one swift movement your panties were on the ground. You felt his calloused hands run up your inner thighs, sending a shiver up your spine.

You gasped, feeling his fingers make their way to your soft folds as his lips found their way back to your own

"You're so fucking wet for me baby," he mumbled against you lips, "I bet this is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

You didn't say anything at first, taken by surprise at his dirty talk. It wasn't something you expected out of Guy, but you weren't complaining.

He pushed a finger into your hold, making you moan. You rolled your hips against his hand, practically begging for more. He gave you just that, starting to pump two fingers in and out of your dripping pussy.

"Guy," you moaned. He felt his dick twitch at the way his name fell from your lips. He was sure you'd be the death of him if you kept this up.

"God baby," he said, "you're so tight."

His tongue explored you mouth as he kept fingering you, curling his fingers inside in a way that only made you want him more.

"Turn around for me." You did as he asked, turning around so that your ass was on display for him. You braced your arms on the wall, feeling Guy press himself up behind you. "Good girl," he whispered in your ear.

You heard clothes ruffle as he undressed enough to get his cock out. You barely had any warning before he pulled up your dress and shoved his hard cock into your soaking cunt.

"Fuck Guy!" You gasped. You could feel his thrust falter at your words, only making you more confident. You pushed your hips back towards him. He gave you a moment to regain your breath, pulling out just enough to slam back into you.

He started off hard and fast, and you were already seeing stars. You wouldn't last very long if he kept this up, and you suspected neither would he.

"I'm already so fucking close baby," you groan, "your cock feels so fucking good." He groaned in response, continuing to fuck you until it was all you could think about. With every thrust he hit deep inside of you, making you closer and closer to your release. Your moans grew louder as you felt the pressure build up inside you. "God you're gonna make me cum," you moaned, almost screaming as you hit your high.

Your walls clenched around Guy's dick, pushing him over the edge as he spilled his seed inside of you. You didn't even care that he didn't pull out, too busy riding out your own orgasm.

After a moment, he pulled out of you and re-dressed himself.

"I'll see you around," he said with a wink, leaving you in the bathroom to process what had just happened. You knew this would be far from the last time.

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[chokingonpaper]

Ohla Bola, how are you today? I come bearing a request; ej, with a "kidnapped" s/o, but they went willingly, because they are a monster lover, and who would pass up the opportunity to be with that hunk of a demon 🥵 (I know I wouldnt). So the gist of it is, they are compliant, they know exactly what is going on, manipulation wise, dont care because they are finally being loved (emotional distant parents maybe?) And fully reciprocate the affections and obsessions that ej has for them. (Maybe they see it as the only way they will ever find true love?)

If this is possible? Many thanks adieu

Im doing good, and of course! Again, I might make a part two :D This ended up kind of being the prologue for how this would go in the future ig- If I make a part two it’ll be more about the kidnapping and stuff like that

Also happy 100 posts!

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𝐍𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐄𝐉 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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You had always been a lonely person. Often times people avoided you, and the people that decided to stick around always seemed to fade away sooner or later.

You lived at the edge of your neighborhood with most of your house concealed by large, dark trees. The community was always planning things and arranging little parties, but you never went. It wasn’t entirely other people’s fault that you were alone, you just weren’t that interested in other people. Though a part of you yearned for a friend, someone that understood you and wouldn’t leave at only a moments notice. But that person hadn’t arrived yet, and you had given up hope that they ever would.

Life was dull, and every morning you woke up you wondered if anything would ever change. Every day was the same. Wake up, go to work, get home, and sleep. Then it’d repeat over, and over, and over again. Every time you came home you found your house empty, and you were once again reminded of how alone you were.

But then one day you felt the strange feeling of eyes on your back. Not having very many friends, you often spent your time observing rather than socializing. You knew this feeling very well, and you knew that you were being watched. Yet along with this unnerving feeling, you felt a rush you’d never experienced before. You weren’t alone, and for whatever reason you were okay with that.

Whenever you walked through the kitchen, you felt eyes trailing you from your windows. You didn’t know who the person was or why they were watching you. You hadn’t even managed to catch a glimpse of them yet.

Whenever you got ready for work and headed out the door, you felt the same thing. Even when you were at work, you swore you could still feel their presence. A part of you wondered if you had just made this person up, just to make you feel less alone. By the other part of you wondered if you were in danger. If this was real, you had a stalker on your hands, and you had no idea who it could be.

It could be a coworker, an old employer, or even just a passing customer. Their identity was completely unknown, and you spent hours pondering who they could possibly be and what they looked like. But they were good at hiding themselves, and you hadn’t even seen a shadow.

Weeks passed and you began to tell yourself that it was all in your head, but then knocking came. It was almost like it was to reassure you that they were there, that they hadn’t left, and that they were anything but imaginary.

The first time it happened you nearly jumped out of your chair, but as time passed and the little knocks and taps continued, they became almost comforting. You weren’t supposed to feel at peace when you had a stalker, but it’d been so long and they hadn’t hurt you yet, so who’s to say they ever would? They might just be an observer, like you.

But soon enough just observing wasn’t good enough for them. It had been over a month, and now Jack wanted a little more than just standing to the side and watching your life as if it were a movie. He wanted to be around you, to hold you, to be the one to take you away from your loneliness. He knew how little you went out besides when you had to work, and he knew how much you wanted someone to talk to and spend time with. He’d seen you watch groups of friends with envy, wondering what it was like to be so close to someone. He’d seen you lie on your back staring up at the ceiling, feeling so empty that you couldn’t even cry. Jack had seen you stare out the window where he stood only a moment ago with eyes full of desperation, silently begging him to reveal himself.

He knew you, and he wanted to take you away from everything you disliked about the world.

So the next time you looked out the window with a sad sigh, he decided to try something he’d never even thought to do before. Jack slowly stepped out of the shadows and in front of your window, finally allowing you to see the dark figure who had been watching you nearly every hour of every day.

Your eyes widened in pure shock and you froze, just studying the man who had presented himself to you.

He was tall, several inches above six feet. His physique was impressive, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Though he was at a distance, you could tell how much he towered over you. He stood still, holding eye contact with you and staring you down with an intense gaze. Anyone could see that this man wasn’t someone to be messed with, and it was already clear to you that you weren’t getting out of this one.

But even if you could, would you want to?

Then suddenly he was no longer still, and his noticeably large hands reached for the window. The window was locked, but you guessed he already knew this. This was was a stranger who had been stalking you for a little over a month. You had never seen him before, and you knew damn well that if he got into your home he could overpower you with ease. Yet as your heart beat faster, pounding loudly in your chest, you hesitantly stepped towards the window.

A small sliding lock was the only thing keeping the man out, though you could guess he had other ways of getting in if he needed to. After all, the windows weren’t bullet-proof.

You gulped down a lump of nervousness and placed your shaking hand over the lock. The man, Jack, watched with interest as you slowly unlocked it, giving him access to your home, and to you.

Why were you doing this? Why were you letting him in? You were unlike any human he’d ever encountered before, and that only made his desire to keep you for himself grow.

Not doing anything more than unlocking it, you backed away from the window as the man pushed it open and climbed inside. Once he stood at his full height you looked up at him in awe. Covering his face was a navy blue mask that dripped black from the eyes. It sent a chill down your spine and froze you in place. Now that he was closer it was only more obvious just how strong he was. He was so much taller than you and obviously very strong. He was the definition of intimidating, and if you weren’t frozen in place you would have crumbled to the ground.

The two of you stared at each other in silence for what felt like hours, but then he took a step forward and your eyes widened.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice came out less comforting than you would have liked. It was deep and incredibly raspy, as if he hadn’t spoken in weeks.

You nodded slowly, his words not really making you feel any safer. “W-Who are you?” You asked in a tone only a bit above a whisper. It was clear that you were afraid, yet you made no attempt to leave.

“I’m Jack.” He answered simply, not offering any more information that could help you understand what exactly was going on. You had just let your stalker into your home, and now you were having a semi-calm conversation with him.

Jack soon took another step towards you, and now only about a foot was between you.

“I’m going to take you with me. Either cooperate, or I’ll knock you out. Understand?” He stated lowly, staring down at you with complete seriousness. You were about to be kidnapped, but instead of fear you felt almost… relieved. Someone wanted you. Someone wanted you so badly that they were going to simply take you. It sounded so wrong, so terrifying, yet all you could think about was how you would no longer be alone.

And so you nodded, letting him silently lead you out of your house and into the tree line from which you would never emerge from again.

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[the-other-art-blog]

Hawkeye season finale!!!! SPOILERS

By now I have come to terms with the fact that no matter how much content Marvel gives me of Clint (and Laura), it will never be enough. I just love him too much.

I was satisfied with Wandavision, FATWS and Loki, cause I knew we’re gonna seen them again. But I’m not sure about Clint. Kate, Yelena, Maya, they will come back for sure. However, unless we get a season 2 or some series I don’t see Clint popping up in another project, and even less Laura.

That being said, I pray we get a season 2 announcement. I was hoping to see it at the end of the credits, but nothing. I think a lot of people would love to see them again, even if it’s not as the lead characters. Could they be training the next generation???

I’m gonna be reading as much fanfic content as possible this holidays. Maybe someone will write a coworkers-to-lovers story for ClintxLaura??? I know there are some of them, but it doesn’t hurt to have more.

You know, sometimes dying is the best thing it could happen to someone, at least to save their reputation. Kate’s father died and it made him a saint in her eyes. I know, I KNOW, Eleanor killed Armand, framed Jack and sent Yelena to kill Clint. HOWEVER, it was her husband who got her into that mess. He’s the one who acquired debt from Kingpin. Maybe he was also a shady guy, or maybe he just made horrible decisions and trusted the wrong people.

Clint making his own arrows!!!! YES! YES!!!!!!! Hell yes!!!!!

I love that. Ever since I saw it in the trailers, I was so happy. Clint Barton is so smart and I’m so fucking tired of people thinking of him as a stupid person. In Fury’s words, he’s one of “the sharpest men” he knows.

Also, I love that both Stark and Scott gave him tech. I don’t know how aware of that is Hank Pym, though.

Love Kate labeling the arrows.

Jack vs Armand VII

Eleanor’s dress!

Jack, sweetheart, finally some action from the Swordsman. I still don’t like they didn’t make him Clint’s mentor at the circus. But maybe he can mentor Kate now? I’d allow it.

Yelena and the mother of all braids!!!!

She looked so beautiful and badass.

As someone who loves wearing braids, I need a tutorial for that one!

The whole elevator scene was so funny.

It’s ok if you punch her or try to kill her. But don’t slap Yelena, that’s just too aggressive!

Clint stuck on a tree.

So many bros!!! They just kept coming!

Kate and that bro guy!!!

Clint did the trick with the wood arrow!!!!! I wish we would have gotten Kate’s reaction.

So the owl eat those bros, right? This show is dark.

Scott mention! I can’t believe we never got a bonding scene between Clint and Scott. They would have been bffs, talking about their kids and all. But I think this establishes that they are good friends, not just co workers.

Clint vs Yelena

I feel like Clint spent more time pulling his punches in the MCU than proving how good of a fighter he is. That’s also why it was cool to see him as Ronin. He is effective and deadly when he wants to.

But of course he wasn’t gonna really fight Yelena.

The WHISTLE!!!!!!!!

“You had so much time with her”

It was Nat’s choice!!!

Clint honestly considering Kate his partner!

He made it to Christmas morning!

Clint and Laura!

Agent 19!!! She’s Mockingbird! I think they didn’t want to have AOS fans hating on the show so they only teased it. Bobbi Morse could still exist. I like the theory that Mockingbird is like SHIELD’s Black Widow code. Like an elite female agent.

That last shot and conversation was perfect!

I think I’m in the minority here, but I loved the musical!!!!! It’s so bad that it becomes good. Its ridiculousness makes it good.

Now, there was something pretty disappointing and that was Kingpin. I don’t remember almost anything from Daredevil season 2. But they kept teasing this incredibly dangerous guy. Clint and Laura were genuinely afraid of him.

Yet, an amateur superhero like Kate defeated him in 2 minutes! Plus, he should have died. Kate shot an arrow at his chest, then the explosion! And it’s obvious he’s still alive.

We also never really learned why he was so interested in the watch. What did Laura did that he wanted to know who she was? Clint didn’t even saw him. It was disappointing. Fanfic writers, I’m counting on you.

Also, where is Clint’s backstory?!?!!? I would have really loved to see flashbacks about his difficult childhood and how he overcame that, became a good man, husband and father. It would have given so much more meaning to why he wanted to go back to his family.

Clint is a guy who could have became like his father, he could have continued the cycle of violence, but he didn’t. He also could have been alone, or never married at least. That’s what usually happen in this cases in series and movies. Instead, he became the best husband and dad ever, and a person who is always giving second chances. He’s a tough guy for sure, but he’s also so incredibly loving and caring. And that’s rare.

#hawkeye #hawkeye spoilers #clint barton #kate bishop #yelena belova #wilson fisk #laura barton #eleanor bishop #jacques duquesne #clint x laura #natasha and clint