#Hm what should I do then... I didn't do a Halloween one this year...
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1, 2, 4, 11, and 18 for the end of year asks? :0
Aaah thankyou Echo!!! This post might be long, please forgive me!
1. Did you add any F/Os to your list this year? Were they from new media or just a newly discovered love?
Here's every romantic F/O added to the list this year, or at least that I can remember adding this year. Years are long and my sense of time is very warped so it may not be fully accurate.
Most are from new media, or just new parts of media, like the end of the Owl House and the New Pokemon Games. The ones that are new loves from re-visits are Heracross, Smeargle, and Keckleon from Monster Mind, Mario and Luigi from Super Mario, Makarov from Fairy Tail, and Jill from The Wayward Children series.
Though Mario and Luigi are also what I consider my first F/Os, they weren't officially on the list until the movie came out, so I'm counting them in the 2023 yearly wrap.
2. Did you reconsume any of your F/Os’ source media this year? How did you feel about the rewatch/listen/read/etc?
I rewatch Assassination Classroom every year in March and it makes me cry every time. I also replay Hatoful Boyfriend and Holiday Star every December for Kazuaki and Hitori, watch Baka and Test sometime around late Summer most years to ease my seasonal depression, and rewatch Mushishi at least once a year.
Other than that, nothing super meaningful. I rewatched a few LPs of Mario games, replayed through Paper Mario myself, watched Romantic Killer again, Reread Manly Appetites every other month or so, watched The Cat Returns once or twice, played more Pokemon, Restarted Monster Mind (still haven't finished it), and skimmed the Ouran Manga at the library while waiting for them to replace the volume they're missing.
HOWever, this latest reread of Down Among the Sticks and Bones is what got me to finally put Jill on the F/O list, so that feels worth mentioning. I love that book <3
4. Was there anything on your blog that you were particularly proud of this year?
No, not really. My drawings were all very incomplete and sketchy this year with long gaps between them, and my writing really flaked off suddenly, I haven't written more than a paragraph at all this year.
I wouldn't say I'm particularly proud of them, but I did really enjoy making moodboards last month and am kind of waiting for my health to settle so I can get back to them. Making stuff for other self shippers is a lot more fun than writing/drawing for myself atm.
11. Was there new media for any of your F/Os this year? If so, what was your opinion on it?
Yes FNaF Help Wanted 2 came out and gave us New Sun Content and I LOVED IT!!!!! He's such a bitch!!!! A shit!!! A snobby theater kid!!! He's so controlling and harsh I LOVE him <3 So happy to know more about him honestly and that he's not all UwU Caregiver that the fandom made him. I like soft characters, but he's a HORROR character he needs to be a little fucked up!!
18. Did you have a favorite trend in the selfship community from the past year?
I'll be honest, I don't pay much attention to what other people in the selfship community are doing. I follow the tags but if there's like a popular trend thing going around, I miss it every time.
My LEAST favorite right now though is the whole "Stolen from an Anti" thing. I have no qualms about stealing posts it's whatever, but I hate when it's says that in text at the bottom of the post. Just tag it as such so I can filter it please
#Thankyou for asking#Long post#Sorry sorry for the long post I wanted to put all the photos in there!!!!#Aaaah I've been wanting to go back to Monster Mind for a few weeks now but I'm#Soooooo sick I don't have the energy for it#And my MOUSE KEEPS DOUBLE CLICKING#Which would be back for a puzzle game...#Augh... anyway......#Thankyou so much for asking Echo#I'm so sad the tumblr year in review thing isn't happening this year#I really really like seeing who I posted the most about this year...#And using it to make a new banner#Hm what should I do then... I didn't do a Halloween one this year...#I don't wanna just wait till February for my birthday one...#But I can't.... draw.... right now..........#Augh......#I'll figure it out
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bunny ᕱ⑅ᕱ | geto suguru, gojo satoru
— synopsis. you and shoko go out to gojo and geto’s halloween party. it becomes so much more than you thought it’d be
༉‧₊˚. content!: au - college, halloween party, alcohol, drunken sex, making out, neck kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f+m! recieving), vaginal penetration, praise, biting kink, aftercare
— ⊱☆⊰ word count: 2.7k
nia’s ౨ৎ notes: this was originally going to be a gojo fic but i got carried away
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you blended your blush as you downed a second shot. shoko got dressed in her girlified patrick bateman costume, a cigarette sat on her lips while she looked for her lighter.
you were getting ready for a halloween party gojo's frat was throwing. you were going as a sexy bunny - dressed in tiny white bloomers with a fluffy bunny tail on the back, a white tube top, boots, and a headband with bunny ears.
"want a shot?" you asked her as you poured your third. "isn't that like your fourth one? and then you're still gonna drink at the party" she playfully scolded you. "says the nic addict" you joked. "fair" she rolled her eyes. "we should get going" you said, checking the time.
"you're not gonna be cold?" she asked you as she put on her costume's jacket. "it's like a five minute walk i think i should be fine." you shrugged, putting your purse on your shoulder.
you closed your dorm door behind you and excitedly made your way out.
you immediately regret your decision on no jacket when a cold breeze blew over you making you shiver. "that's what your ass gets" shoko giggled. you scoffed, hugging yourself warm.
you were outside and the music was blaring, people were spread out on the lawn. inside, the party was packed full of people in various costumes, drinks in hand, dancing, and singing. a few people here are there were smoking. people were playing drinking games and taking pictures. the lights were off and the room was decorated with colorful led lights, halloween decorations, and buckets of candy scattered around the room.
you held onto shoko's hand and made your way to the kitchen where drinks, food, and snacks were laid out. everything seemed so planned and organized you knew there was no way gojo and geto were in charge.
you poured yourself a drink and shoko grabbed a brownie from the tray. "hey ladies you made it!" you heard gojo's voice from behind you. you turned around to find gojo and geto dressed in tuxes with sunglasses on. "hm and what are you two supposed to be?" shoko asked, lighting a cigarette and passing one to geto.
"men in black duh" gojo crossed his arms. "and what are you supposed to be y/n, i see the bunny ears but you're hardly wearing any clothes" gojo eyed you with a smirk on his face. geto put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for a side hug. "lay off satoru, i think she looks nice" he smiled.
you've known the guys for a while, being introduced to them by shoko a few years ago in highschool. you considered them your friends, although you did find gojo a pain in the ass, and were particularly attracted to suguru. they were flirty with you, geto not as much as gojo but you never really thought it meant anything.
"i cant argue with that suguru." "lace too? sexy" gojo bit his bottom lip, playing with the hem of your shorts.
"i have to assume you guys didn't set this up yourselves?" you asked, downing your drink. "of course they didn't, i did most of the work" utahime scoffed, coming up behind the guys. she was dressed in brown top with overalls and cowboy boots, a cowboy hat atop her black hair that was braided in two pigtails. "oh of course" you nodded, not expecting much from them.
"these are really good by the way" shoko told her. "kento made them actually" she said.
"hey guys!" itadori came up behind you guys with megumi and nobara. "yuujii, what are you guys doing here?" you moved to hug the group. yuuji was dressed as a firefighter, megumi as edward scissorhands, and nobara a spy. "yeah isn't it like past your bedtime?" shoko joked. "i told them they could come." gojo shrugged.
"gojo you invited kids?!" utahime deadpanned. "yeah but they're cool" he smiled, throwing his arm around megumi. "oh but they're just babies" you squeezed yuuji's cheek. "have fun but i swear to god, no drugs and no alcohol." you stuck a stern finger out at them.
"aw y/n loosen up" gojo held your shoulders. "let them have some fun, you know how stressful tech is" he added, going up to the group. he turned them around and pushed them out of the kitchen "have fun guys, just don't get too crazy!" he yelled after them.
you spent with shoko and utahime, taking pictures, drinking, and dancing. haibara occasionally danced with you guys and you tried your best to keep an eye on the three teens before gojo eventually drove them home, each with their own big bag of candy.
at this point, the alcohol had taken over your body giving you a high. you were whining your waist and grinding on anyone and everyone, just wanting to have fun tonight.
"i'm gonna go get another drink" you told shoko and she nodded. you went into the kitchen to pour another bottle and grab a drink from their fridge to mix with it when suguru walked in. "hey pretty girl, was looking for you" he came up and leaned on the counter next to you.
"mm why's that?" you smiled, sipping your drink. "just wanted to see my favorite girl" he smirked, his hand grazed your thigh as you stood in front of him. "you're real touchy lately" you gave him a look. "just wanna feel you" he chewed his bottom lip.
even though they've always been flirty, geto's always been the more subtle one. and something about being alone, the alcohol flowing through your body, the slight faded look in suguru's eyes and his hand on you felt like so much more than harmless flirting.
"what?" you said, pressing your lips into an awkward smirk. you topped off your drink and put the cup down. geto's eyes flicked down to the drop on your lip and he moved his thumb to wipe it off.
"jeez, sugu. you look like you wanna kiss me" you joked. “maybe i do" his thumb stayed pressed on your plush lip. "do you want me to kiss you y/n" he asked, standing straight. you looked up at him and nod your head.
you leaned in and pecked his lips before pulling away to look at him. "wanted to do this for so fucking long" he hastily kissed you back, hand laying on the side of your neck while the other held your waist.
your arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer to you. his tongue slipped into your mouth as your lips moved in sync, your lipstick smudging at the sides of his mouth.
"woah!" you heard from behind you. you pulled away and turned to see who it was. "sorry guys, left my phone in here" haibara awkwardly chuckled before walking away.
you turned back to geto, you and him chuckling. "can we go to your room?" you asked him, hand playing with his hair. "you sure you want to?" you bit the bottom of your lip and nod your head before he interlocked your hand in his and guided you to the stairs.
you stepped behind him into his room, unzipping and stepping out of your shoes. his room was neat and organized which was nothing unexpected from him.
you rest your purse on his desk and leaned up to kiss him again. his hands moved through your hair, thumb caressing your cheek.
he let go of your mouth to kiss and suck at the pulse points in your neck, making you sigh with pleasure. you bit your lips at the feeling of his lips sucking when you felt him lightly bite your shoulder eliciting a moan from you. "you're into biting huh?" he smirked.
you undid the buttons on his tux jacket easing it off his broad shoulders. you latched your lips onto his neck returning the favor with a stronger bite. "not necessarily but you seem to be" you smirked back, feeling his dick grow hard against your thigh.
he kissed you again, this time more rushed and needy. you pressed your hands against his chest while his hands roamed your body playing with the hem of your shirt. "if you want it off take it off" you whispered.
he was quick to follow instructions pulling the top over your head allowing your tits to fall free. you grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest, silently telling him to play with it. "you're so fucking beautiful" he whispered.
he squeezed it in his hand, twisting and playing with the small bud between his fingers. he lift your boob to his mouth sucking and moving his tongue over your nipple. you whimpered at the sensation as your hand tangled through his hair, bun finally falling free.
he moved you to his bed and laid you down. his hands hold onto your thighs, they're large and controlling but so soft against the plush of your skin. he pulled your shorts down tossing them to land somewhere on his bedroom floor.
he pressed his thumb at the crotch of your panties and your mouth parted at the pleasure places on your clit. "jesus babe you're soaking, we haven't even done much" he teased you. "please sugu, want you to make me feel good." you pleaded.
"of course baby, spread your legs for me" he pulled down your panties and massaged your clit with his thumb. he moved down on his knees and came face to face with your cunt.
his lips latched onto your pussy ripping a gasp from your throat. "fuck" you sighed, moving your hands to his hair.
his tongue worked over your cunt, pointing when it moved over your clit and flatting when he sucked at your folds. his hand held onto your hip while the other played with your bundle of nerves.
your moans were like music to his ears and you noticed him grinding his hard-on into the side of the bed.
the suction of his lips combined with the licking of his tongue was driving you crazy. "fuck sugu, feels so good" you whimpered. your hand got lost in his hair while the other squeezed at his pillow. his mouth is rough and needy for every part of you.
his fingers ease past your entrance, curling in your core. the feeling of his tongue and lips on you and his fingers stretching you out was mindnumbing and your moans grew louder.
"you taste fucking amazing pretty girl" the vibrations of his words felt heavenly against your walls. "don't stop sugu m'gonna cum" you whined, voice light.
he looked up in your eyes as a go ahead and the tension in your lower stomach eased as you came onto his tongue. he lapped at your cunt and pulled his fingers out of you bringing them up to your lips. "taste yourself pretty girl" he smiled watching as you brought his fingers into your mouth and your tongue swirled around them.
"you're still wearing clothes" you frowned, kneeling on the bed to unbutton his shirt. he loosened his tie and threw it somewhere before pulling his shirt off.
you ogled his incredibly toned torso rubbing your hand over his abs. "jesus sugu, you been hiding all this?" "cant believe you've been hiding all this" he said, hands grazing the contours of your curves.
he continued letting you undress him, sharply inhaling when you grabbed his dick through his boxers. your eyebrows raised in excitement at how hard and heavy he felt in your hand. "you were pretty tight baby you sure you can take it" he smirked. "i can take it" you bit your lip.
you pulled his boxers down and your eyes widened at his size. you pumped his dick with your hand before you took the tip in your mouth.
you licked his slit and smirked when you heard him whimper. you took all of his length in your mouth. you moved your lips up and down his dick using your hands to help you jerk him off.
"fuck y/n your pretty little mouth feels so good" you heard him praise you as his hands held your hair. you couldn't suppress a sloppy moan when you felt him hit the back of your throat.
you used your tongue to circle his tip and groaned when you felt him pull your hair and pull out of your mouth. "cant wait anymore. wanna fuck you" he said, hurriedly grabbing a condom from his nightstand.
he laid you down and lined himself up with your entrance. "fuck!" you moaned out at the feeling of him stretching you. "what's wrong baby, you said you could take it" his eyebrows raised. moving your hair out of your face.
once your walls adjust to his size he picks up the tempo. your legs lift, giving him more access to your core. "fuck sugu~" you moaned. his hand traced up your body to your neck softly choking you.
when you whimpered he grinned "you like being choked pretty?" he asked as he pound into you. you gave him a pleading look and nod your head.
your moans grew louder, filling the room mixing with the sound of your sex and the faint music from downstairs. his thrusts go deeper making you cry out. "you're so tight baby, fucking milking me dry" he groaned.
"you feel fucking amazing" he moaned. he let go of your neck, kneeling back. he scooped your hips up in his arms, arching your back off the bed.
his dick hit deeper inside you as his thrusts sped up. he held onto your hips, fucking you crazy making your mind go numb. his thumb circled your clit eliciting a breathy moan from you.
he fucked himself into you, bed frame beginning to shake. "oh my god!" you cried. "that's not my name baby" he smirked.
his hand moved up to play with your nipple before landing on the side of your neck again. he squeezed harder this time making you pant.
"love your little pussy, it's like it was made for me" he said leaning forward to kiss you.
your nails left scratch marks along his back, sending him crazy. you moved to bite along neck and collar bone leaving small bruise with your sucking.
"suguru i'm gonna cum" you whined. "cum baby, cum all on this dick" he growled in your ear. "go ahead, wanna see my pretty girl cum" he watched as your eyes rolled close and your chest heaved up and down. "good girl" he said kissing your forehead.
the sensation of your walls pulsing against him had him coming shortly after. he leaned down to kiss you again, this time soft and gentle. you stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out of you and got up.
"i'll be right back" he said before walking to the bathroom. he came back with a small wet towel and cleaned you off, eyes not leaving you for even a second. he left again and came back in a pair of boxers. "you have your own bathroom?" you asked him, leaning up into your shoulders.
"called dibs on this room the second we got here. wasn't sharing a bathroom with those idiots" he chuckled, grabbing a water from his mini fridge.
he came to sit with you and handed you the water. "thanks" you said before swallowing down almost half of it. "well i should probably get going now" you shrugged, standing to find your clothes.
"wait" he held your arm. you looked at him confused "stay." he said, more imperative than a plea. "what about the party?" you asked. "fuck the party, just stay" "o-okay" you hid the smile that dared to spread across your face.
he laid back against his pillows, arms pulling you to follow. you softly giggled at him pulling you so close. "why do you want me to stay" you asked, looking up at him from his chest.
"i like you, y/n. if it wasn't obvious before i'm saying it now" he said, moving your hair from your face.
you giggled and hid your face in his chest "i like you too sugu"
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You're finally home, master...
And with this, my little Halloween twst 'series' comes to an end.
Also, the ending of this is open to interpretation :)
Warning(s): delusional yandere Malleus
You had inherited an old, abandoned house from one of your distant relatives. Your relative told you that the original owner of the house died nearly 100 years ago, and that your family has owned the house ever since. Though, no one's ever been inside.
You decided to check out the place, since you didn't really see the harm in it... you're sure nothing bad could happen.
You entered the huge house.
"I knew it... I just knew you wouldn't leave me forever...!"
"Who's there?!" You asked, looking around as the door shut behind you.
"It's been so long, master... but now you're home, you're finally home."
A man wearing silk clothes walked out of the darkness. He had bright green eyes, large horns on his head, and a tail dragging being him.
You were speechless. Who is this man?! Why is he in this house?! Why is he calling you master?!
"Are you well? What's with your face, master?"
"Who are you?" You asked, voice shaking.
"Hm? What do you mean? Master, have you forgotten me? I've been your familiar ever since you were a child, don't you remember?"
"I don't know who you are!" You told him. "I-I've never had a familiar, or whatever you said! And stop calling me master!J-just (Y/N) is more than fine!"
"(Y/N)...?" He asked. "No, that isn't your name. Your name is-"
"My name is (Y/N)! N-now if you'll excuse me, I should probably get going..."
You turned around, and tried to open the door, but... it wouldn't budge. You're stuck in this house with... whoever this is.
"W-why won't the door open?!" You demanded.
"Master, don't you remember what happened last time? You injured youself and commanded me to stay and take care of the house while you made your way to the hospital. You clearly must've gotten lost... you've only just now come home. I simply can't let you leave the house."
"Y-you there, what's your name...?" You asked. You were planning on calling the police, hopefully they can do something about this...
"Master, I'm happy with whatever name you wish to give me."
"Uh... ok... how about Tsunotaro...? Y'know, because of your, um, horns..." You suggested, thinking this man is for sure crazy.
"If you want to call me that I shall allow it."
You pulled out your phone to call the police, but it seemed Tsunotaro noticed that and grabbed your phone away before you could.
"What is this, master?" He asked, observing it. "No matter. Regardless of what this is, it may be harmful to you. I'll be taking this."
"What?! No, give that back! You can't just-"
"Master, my only purpose is to protect you. Until I understand what this thin box is, I will keep it away from you. For your sake." Tsunotaro told you. "For now, it's getting late. I suggest you head upstairs and sleep."
Tsunotaro escorted you upstairs, and shoved you into a bedroom. He shut and locked the door, leaving you comepletely alone in a mansion bedroom.
You decided to look around, not really knowing what else you could do. This man, claiming to be your familiar, won't let you leave this house and has locked you in a bedroom with bars on the windows... not much else to do except look around.
While searching through the bedroom, you found a portrait. A painted portrait, the date signed in the corner showed it was almost 100 years old...
It was a portrait of Tsunotaro, standing beside the original owner of this house.
Someone who looked exactly like you.
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That's A Promise
Jujutsu Kaisen x Third year! Reader
Platonic and the reader is G/n.
Warnings: Suicide, uhhhhhhhhh mentions of weapons, child aboose(yes, the spelling is intentional), Mentions of death, and some else lmk though. MANGA SPOILERS
A/n: Yooo, lowkey I thought about this while playing Bungou Stray Dogs: TotL and listening to music. Didn't know what I was writing. It was more Reader than the other characters ngl. Enjoy this short story!
Shibuya, Japan
October 31, 2018
‘This mission….What the hell?!?!’
You woke up from your nap. Stretching, you pulled on your uniform jacket. A lot has happened yesterday. You were lost in thought, not noticing Yuuta, Itadori, and Megumi entering the room. “Y/n-Senpai!” Itadori waved a hand in your face. Snapping out of it, you faced Itadori, “hm?”. Oh, their planning on getting Hikari.
“Y/n-Senpai,....you’re close with Hakari, right?” Yuuta said with uncertainty. “Just because I'm in the same year as that idiot doesn’t mean I'm close with him… Although, if you’re going to suggest I convince him to fight in the Culling Games, I doubt he would listen to me…” I trailed off, getting lost in thought again. Yuuta couldn’t even blame you. Everything happened so fast.
Let’s get on with the flashback! 行きましょう！
Arriving in Shibuya. The train station was crowded with citizens as they were getting ready for a Halloween event for the night. Unaware of the events that were going to unfold. You bumped into a child. She seemed lost but something was off about her. Feeling the air above you shift, you looked up and spotted Gojo. You think he looked at you and he muttered “you got this”, before leaving.
A few minutes passed and suddenly, everybody in the crowd was panicking and dispersed trying to find an exit. The little girl in front of you didn’t move nor was she getting bumped into by the crowd. She just looked up to you. ‘She has cursed energy’ You narrowed your eyes, ‘but something is not right’. Once the crowd disappeared, you jumped back putting distance between you two. “What’s your name?” I asked, my stance unwavering. The little girl giggled before answering “E-mi-ko”, spelling it out.
“Eh? Aren’t you a little too young to be with the enemy?” I questioned. “Jujutsu sorcerer’s are the enemy” Emiko took a stance before lunging at me to attack which you thankfully dodged.
Oh, is that so?
“Oh that's right. Are you the one turning humans into your puppets?” I asked, keeping a mission in mind. Emiko smirked, “So what if I am?”.
Then I have no choice….
“I’ll have to execute you..”, I don’t want to do it because she’s just a child, but she’s turning humans into humanoid dolls. Toying with their bodies like dolls in a dollhouse, making them kill each other. I snapped my fingers, activating my cursed technique. Emiko smirked, getting prepared to use her cursed technique.
Concentrating, after snapping my fingers, a smoke bomb came to mind. In my hand, there was a smoke bomb. Quickly activating it, you threw it in Emiko’s direction before it finally set off. Smoke engulfing the area. Moving quickly, thinking of brass knuckles, they quickly appeared around your knuckles. Punching Emiko in the stomach before disappearing into the smoke again. Although Emiko took the punch, she just….smirked?
“It's that all you can do?” She taunted. You hear her voice coming in closer until you throw a device with your voice in a different direction, distracting her enough for you to move. “Impressive” Emiko said in amusement.
Now Standing above the area, on a metal support. “So, wanna play with a big kid?” I said cockily. Thinking of a weapon, an AK-47 appeared in two pairs. Wielding both guns in your hands, she responded “That sounds so fun!”. You shot multiple rounds into the smoke, making it disperse quickly. Emiko uses a dead corpse as protection. “Tch!”,
Enough games, I should just end this with…!
With Gojo, he sees what seemed like his best friend. “Yo Satoru!” Geto exclaimed. Gojo narrowed his eyes. ‘It's been about a few minutes since I last saw Y/n. I don’t know, I think I lost track, but I hope they left this area…!” Gojo thought, worried they might get injured if they were still there. Suddenly, the same little girl he saw earlier ran past him crying, “Wahh!! Geto, I don’t wanna play with them anymore!!”. She was hugging the impostor Suguru pretty tight. “I used my domain expansion and they didn’t seem to react to it! I NEED A REACTION TO CONTROL!!!”. She was wailing loudly before Imposter Geto patted her head, comforting her. Gojo, feeling a presence beside him, turned towards it. It was you.
“Aww, does the little baby not want to play with a big kid anymore?” You spoke in a teasing manner, but your tone was bland. Cursed energy spiked, ready to land another attack. Emiko panicked and ran down an empty hallway, trying to run from you. “One little sheep, two little sheep….” You counted down to ten before chasing after Emiko, catching up to her quickly. But she was already dead. Seeing another body next to her, you assumed she used her cursed technique to kill herself with. Leaning down to confirm if she actually did, kill herself.
She’s dead
Putting your hands together, as if you're praying. May she rest, but not in peace. Lol.
“-GOJO SENSEI HAS BEEN SEALED!!!!”
Eh?
Few hours in, you were comforting Itadori. “Just…die already…!”, wrapping your arms around Itadori from behind.
“Itadori, It’s not your fault. It’s not…!”
Here we are now fast forward to after unsealing Gojo. Thinking nothing of it, seeing Hakari and Kirara again. After a year and a half, the last time I’ve seen them was after the fight with Geto.
Kirara smiled brightly before hugging me tightly, “Y/n! It’s been a while!!”. I nodded at Kirara, “It has..”. Kirara frowned knowing that Hakari and they did not contact you during their suspension. Hikari spotted you, he seemed nervous “hey…” he trailed off. I stared at him blankly. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Kirara felt the awkward tension between the three of you. “You ran a fighting gig during your suspension, huh?” I asked, trying to loosen the atmosphere. “Kinji and I did a pretty good job managing it,” Kirara chimed. You nodded.
Hakari and Kirara knew you were an awkward character waaaay back into your first year. You warmed up to them soon until Hakari was suspended and Kirara left with Hakari. You became awkward again, especially after not getting any texts or calls from them.
Feeling a tense atmosphere, looking at the top of the stairs was Gojo in all his glory. Itadori said something that caused every one of his student’s to give him a smack on the back for good luck. We’ll win this and get Megumi back….
That’s a promise!
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Speak Now - Rosa Diaz x Reader
Summary: Rosa's wedding to Pimento doesn't go as planned. (Inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name, the bridge of which makes me absolutely feral).
Word Count: 902
Pronouns: None, but she/her reader intended
Published: 12/18/2022
Note: I totally didn't accidentally post this on my main what are you talking about
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Gina is the only one who knows that you're in love with Rosa Diaz.
Frankly, you're surprised that she hasn't told anyone yet, but she kept your secret. Mostly because you didn't tell anyone when you found out that her and Charles had sex, but it counted.
Rosa's romance with Pimento had been...Interesting, to say the least. To you, it came out of nowhere, but you did your best not to pay attention to Rosa's love life. You wanted to stay sane and not-jealous, thank you very much.
But Pimento...They made sense together, you had to admit. You just hated him.
Jake and Charles still didn't get why, and neither did Hitchcock or Scully. You were pretty sure Amy had an idea, and Terry definitely had his suspicions. Holt had figured it out ages ago - you could tell - but he didn't say anything, which you were grateful for.
Until he did.
"(Y/L/N), see me in my office."
"Yes, Sir."
Rosa snickered. "Someone's in trouble."
"I'm sure it's nothing. Know Holt, I put a period when there should be a semicolon somewhere in my most recent bout of paperwork."
You step into Holt's office. "You wanted to see me?"
Holt stares at you, for a long moment. "Close the door."
"Okay..." You shut it.
"And the blinds. Santiago can read lips."
You frown, but do as he asks. "Is something wrong, Sir?"
"Are you okay?"
"What?"
"Diaz and Pimento's wedding is next week. Your feelings for Diaz are...obvious. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Sir. Whatever makes Rosa happy. And, right now, that's Pimento."
"Hm."
"What?"
"Have you considered telling her?"
"Once. But it's not meant to be. I've accepted that."
"You're a detective - act like it."
That was the moment that Rosa Diaz fell in love with you.
It was the third Halloween heist. And you were explaining your plan.
"I planted the idea of a Halloween Heist in your head three years ago. I wanted to have one, and I wanted to win. None of you have ever seen me get competitive, and I knew that Jake would obsess over this. Especially if he thought it was his idea.
"So, I gave you the idea for the Halloween Heist. And I waited, because I knew you'd take it into the many years to come. I didn't want to win the first one. And I considered winning the second, but the third seemed more poetic.
"All of you adore my baking, so, I decided that I would make a cake. For whoever won the third Halloween Heist. And then I said...What was it? 'It's not done yet, I wanted to make sure it was perfect.' And then I set myself up in the break room, already on Jake's team. He would want the cake, and he'd tell me to work on it while Charles guarded the briefcase, and Rosa went in to get it."
"What about Rosa?" Jake asked. "You could never betray her."
"You're right, Peralta, I couldn't. So, what do you think we did? You're a detective - act like it."
It was teasing, and off-handed, and you were riding on the high of victory, but it felt like Rosa's world had stopped.
"You were working together."
"Exactly. We made a great pair, don't you think, Rosa?"
"Yeah."
And you smiled, and Holt had looked over at Rosa, and she knew that he knew that she was completely screwed.
But Rosa knew that you didn't like her. So, she left it alone. And she met Pimento. And they got together. And it was stressful, and crazy, and every time he left, she found that she only ever wanted to talk to you.
But she ignored it, because emotions are for babies.
Or so Rosa told herself.
The day of the wedding came. You sat near the front, but behind someone, praying that no one would be able to see if you cried.
Your heart was shattering. But Rosa's happiness was more important than any pain you were feeling.
So, you tuned out for most of the ceremony. You didn't know if you could stand it.
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace."
There was a moment of silence.
There's my last chance. Your heart whispered.
You stood, hands shaking.
Hitchcock and Scully looked equally confused.
Realization was dawning on Charles's face.
Amy's eyes were wide.
Gina was smiling. She looked like she was about to laugh.
Terry looked worried.
Jake's eyes were bouncing from you to Pimento to Rosa and back again.
And Holt was neutral. You glanced over at him, and he nodded.
"This kind of wasn't what I thought was supposed to happen." You say quietly. "Right, um...I'm sorry. I just...I can't let you marry Pimento knowing that I could have said something and told you how I feel. And I didn't want to do this here, but I chickened out before, and...And now I'm here."
Rosa stepped off the pew, walking down the aisle towards you. You stepped into the aisle yourself, swallowing hard. The worst possible options raced through your mind.
Instead, she stopped inches away from you. "Hi."
"Hi." You whispered. "Sorry."
"Don't be." She leaned forward, kissing you softly. You froze, short-circuiting. Out of everything that could've happened, you hadn't expected this. "Let's go."
You nodded, and she took your hand, and you ran.
So glad you were around
When they said, "Speak Now."
#brooklun 99#b99#rosa diaz#rosa#jake peralta#halloween heist#hitchcock#scully#amy santiago#gina linetti#charles boyle#rosa diaz x reader#terry jeffords#raymond holt#rosa diaz x you#rosa diaz x yn
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𝒜 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃
Aged up!Daimian Wayne x Male!Reader
Requested: Yes
Tw: Typical Dc Violence, blood
Tags: M!Reader is the son of Harley and Ivy, Could be seen as platonic but is hinted toward romantic
Damian wasn't one for love, while all of his brothers and his own father were known for some sort of love Damian was sure that love wasn't meant for him, he always wanted some sort of love and while he was just a teenager and had time he felt as though he was craving it more than ever. He wasn't the only one who craved the feeling of love.
See Damian was used to weird, growing up with assassins, having a loving family full of crime fighters, and meeting meta-humans and aliens alike. But this was a new weird for him. He'd never seen someone walk two hyenas in Gotham in the middle of the night, and certainly not during patrol. "Look, Mom and Ma want me to walk you two but I can't if you keep trying to bite people!" The hooded person yelled. The hyenas howled in protest but a giant 'plant'? He wasn't too sure, Screetched at them silencing them for good. While the hooded figure didn't seem like a threat per se it did pique his interest.
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He jumped down to where the hooded figure was and was immediately getting growled at by the two hyenas, the hooded figure swiftly turned around and threw a dagger at him but due to his training, he dogged the dagger. "Oh, it's just you, when my hyenas were growling I was assuming it was because of a threat," The hooded figure responded. This ticked him off immensely but he did his best not to show it, while he wasn't a threat to civilians the tone the other used sounded as though they were mocking him. Unfortunately, the poor lighting didn't let him see the person's face. "What's your name?" He questioned. "Now why should I tell you that? Just because you wear a Halloween costume and punch bad guys doesn't mean I can just tell you my name now," they responded, in a sickeningly sweet tone, a tone that was familiar yet he couldn't put a name on it just yet.
"What I can tell you Robin, is that we will see each other more often from the looks of it." "What do you mean by that?" He questioned. "I think we both know what I mean." "TT, No, I don't think we do," he argued. "Well, in that case, it's your problem, and hey as much as I enjoyed our talk if I don't get home soon my moms are gonna burn down Gotham looking for me, oh and it seems you have a call." Just as that was said he started hearing a call come through the coms.
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It's been a while since that last encounter, while he hasn't met your mother's personally he had a feeling he knew who they were. If the obvious fashion statement and fighting style had anything to say about it or the fact that just now he caught you talking to a plant. "Who's a good Cleopatra, you are yes you are!" While he didn't reveal his identity to you he wasn't wearing the rest of his suit like he normally would, sticking with just the mask. "Oh, Robin! Meet Cleopatra, my African Strangler." his friend introduced. The plant started snapping a bit but soon calmed down. "Did you want to go to that vegan place you were telling me about today?" "Yeah actually, I'd like that."
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"So, you ever plan on telling me your actual name? I mean we've known each other for what a year and a half." Damian asked. "Hm, only if you share yours. I mean hasn't our whole friendship been about secret identities." "True, but me sharing my name is a bigger deal." "I guess, but equal trust right?" "I can respect that." "How about I introduce myself first in order to honor that. My name is Damian." "Nice to meet you, Damian, I'm Y/n."
#damian wayne x male reader#damian wayne#robin#dc x male!reader#dc x male reader#m!reader#x male reader#male reader#male!reader#x male!reader#dc x m!reader
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how about 'horns' for supercorp?
she stands in the doorway. kara really doesn't know how to linger or lean or drape herself over furniture the way seduction often requires so it's fortunate for her that the mere sight of her standing there, graceless, solid, strong, is more than enough to have lena's knees buckling.
'what do you think?'
lena licks her lips. 'ah. lovely. what context?'
kara frowns. 'halloween?' she says, like it should be obvious. like she didn't just open her bedroom door standing in a red leather corset and matching pants. and horns. like she hadn't obviously been waiting for lena to arrive to do so.
lena makes a small sound. she hopes it sounds like understanding. she's been so fucking good for her whole and if there is anything like karma, like good deals in her cosmic bank, she is cashing in every one of those gold coins now - whether the coins are going to the get my brain in gear check or the let her stay in this for another hour, she isn't sure. kara's words click in her head and the confusion fades, along with a vain hope she's been harbouring.
'the devil? for halloween?' she holds up a hand to stall. this is kara. she never does anything without research. 'which devil?'
'liz hurley. bedazzled. duh.'
'you think you're liz hurley from bedazzled?' lena laughs. it's not meant to be unkind but she has to backpedal quickly when kara's expression drops. 'darling, i just mean - if you are anyone, you're - oh, what's his face.'
'brendan fraser.'
'sure.'
kara frowns. 'i want to be liz hurley. i was rick o'connell -'
'who?'
'his character from the mummy. i went as him two years ago. if i go as another of his characters, alex will make fun of me.' she braces her stance, folds her arms over her chest. a formidable frown settles across her brow, undercut somewhat by the fact that lena is trying so hard not to look at her chest that she barely sees the frown.
'alex always makes fun of you,' lena says.
kara clicks her tongue, throws up her hands. 'that's not the point! why can't i be this?' she gestures at herself again. lena focuses on the costume obediently. for a very long moment. 'lena?'
'hm?'
'it doesn't suit me, does it?' kara's shoulders droop.
'i didn't say that.'
'you're not saying it does suit me. and you're usually pretty up front about that stuff.' with a pretty pout, kara pulls the horns off her head, tosses them behind her. winces when something crashes to the floor. 'i look stupid, huh?'
'kara, no, you don't look stupid. you look...' lena bites her lip. 'different.'
'okay, i took highschool art, i know that different is just nice talk for bad.'
lena laughs. 'you don't! you don't at all, you look gorgeous,' she insists, because of course she does the very second she's not thinking about keeping it in.
kara's expression softens from where it is somewhere between uncomfortable and upset. 'you think?'
'always. and in a corset?' lena raises a brow. rakes her gaze over kara's chest and fans herself dramatically. smiles when the gesture makes kara laugh. she wishes she were a little braver, that she could convince kara that she looks - good, very good - in a way she couldn't dismiss as a joke. 'you're hot, kara, if you want to go as liz hurley's bedazzled devil then you should.'
'but?'
'but heels hurt if you wear them longer than ten minutes and leather gets hot.'
kara smiles because lena's tone is joking but her eyes are curious. 'i've worn heels before and i don't really get hot. which you know. what's the real reason?'
lena purses her lips. 'i don't mean this unkindly.' kara braces for it like a superhero, all unfairly broad shoulders and square jaw. 'you're not what i would call...seductive.'
something flashes across kara's face, too fast to pin down.
lena hurries on in case it was hurt. 'it's not a bad thing! it's just that you spend half your life trying to go unnoticed and the other half as a -' she struggles with finding the right word because warrior is true and so is good but warrior forgets that she has to be unnoticed as supergirl too, not too strong, not too frightening, not too other and good makes it sound like seduction is wrong and it isn't, it just isn't one of the tools that kara or supergirl make good use of, and so she settles on '- paragon for the city, for all of the city, and i've yet to see you talk down an enemy through flirtation,' she jokes.
kara doesn't laugh. her hands drop to her hips, one finger alternating between tapping against one of the knotted laces and stroking it, fidgety in the way she gets when she's thinking hard.
'oh,' she says finally. 'okay.'
'you're disappointed.'
'a little.' kara lifts a hand, brushes back strands of hair. the muscles of her arm bunch, the truly golden skin that covers her - all of her? - ripples.
lena's mouth goes abruptly, utterly dry. why on earth would kara need to learn seduction? why did she say any of this?
'lena?'
'hm?'
'you're good at it,' kara says, face open and earnest.
'me?' lena smiles. drops her handbag - finally - onto kara's couch and, with all the languid grace kara lacks, sits on the arm of the couch. one heeled foot drags against the smooth curve of her calf. one hand braces against the back of the couch, pushes up her own chest - not that she can compete with a corset but it's the purposefulness of the action that counts in this case. 'i don't know what you mean.'
red-faced is a good look on kara. even when she's already dressed head to toe in red.
'right, of course you don't,' she drawls. actually drawls in that midvale accent that only comes out now and again. 'will you teach me?'
her heel drops to the floor. she kicks off the second one, pretending it was on purpose.
'pardon?'
'well, i've already got the outfit and winn is going as elliott -'
'is he now.'
'- and it's only a week away which really isn't enough time to get new costumes.' kara hurries out of the doorway and stops in front of lena, stoops to collect the hand on her knee. she holds it, hands so warm, eyes so warm, boobs so propped up and obvious and right there in front of lena's face. 'please, lena, you can help me learn how to be all -' she pops her hip out to the side in a bad imitation of lena's boardroom stance and lena can't help but smirk. kara grins down at her. 'please?'
she collects herself. she collects her hand, pulls it back; she collects her eyes, removes them from kara's chest. she sighs as though she is a very put-upon good friend who has only a little time to spare and hopes that kara never finds out that the goodness of her heart has nothing at all to do with this. there are only two ways this turns out. one - kara can't learn how to be seductive and decides last minute not to go as the bedazzled devil and she pouts through halloween. two - kara learns how to be seductive the same way she learns everything else - extremely quickly and effectively - and lena never knows peace again. either way, she's doomed.
#supercorp tag#tagging my stories#prompt fill#DONT ASK WHAT I WAS GOING THROUGH WITH THIS IDEA OK#I DONT KNOW#JUST. WOMEN HOT#BRING BACK HOT RED KRYPTONITE KARA VIBES IDK
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Too Much To Drink
A Mystrade Fic by MiroKai
Around Halloween 2021, the @mystradepromptsandscenarios prompt was "I'm not drunk enough for this" and I wrote Not Drunk Enough (which didn't get posted until December of that year but who's counting?).
When this week's prompt was "I've had too much to drink tonight" I knew I had to do a follow up. You can probably read this as a standalone, but the other one is short, so consider reading that one first if you like context.
Mycroft has a bit too much to drink at a Halloween fancy dress party.
You can read the whole story here or on AO3.
Mycroft Holmes had a rather absurd amount of self-control, Greg reflected as he watched his husband from across the fancy dress party. To most of the guests - everyone but him and Anthea, probably - Mycroft probably appeared a bit reserved and quiet. Greg was impressed. He had seen Mycroft drunk plenty of times, but almost all of those were in private and the few times when they had overindulged at a restaurant there was no one else around who they knew, and they generally went straight from their table to the car.
But here, Mycroft was holding it together in front of a number of Greg’s and Sally’s colleagues, and while Greg hadn’t been watching Mycroft’s glass all night, he’d seen it refilled a number of times and he knew how light his flask was from the drive over.
Mycroft was betrayed - to Greg, at least - by a looseness, a softness that usually only came out when he and Greg were alone, secluded in the privacy of their home, the work of a nation set aside. Greg could see it in how Mycroft held his glass, how he leaned against the wall, how his eyes - far from their usual sharpness - roamed the room aimlessly.
“Oh, you’ve got it bad.”
Greg, startled, turned back to the sergeant he had ostensibly been talking to. “What’s that?”
The sergeant nodded at Mycroft. “How long you been married to Mr. Mystery, Boss?”
“Two years,” Greg answered automatically, still not sure how the conversation had gotten here. “Three in May.”
The sergeant took a swig from their drink. “Yeah? And how long together before you tied the knot?”
“About five years. Why-”
“Seven years?” The sergeant whistled. “And you’re still mooning after him like a smitten teenager? I gotta find me someone like that.”
Greg realized that he had completely zoned out on their conversation and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, Sarge.”
The sergeant waved that away, then pointed a finger at him. “I’m gonna tell you the same thing I would tell you if you were a smitten teenager. Go make a pass. At least you know he’s going home with you.” The sergeant barked a laugh, then clapped Greg on the arm and went off, presumably to talk to someone more attentive.
Smiling, Greg threaded his way through the room to Mycroft’s side. A smile spread across Mycroft’s face as he saw Greg approach. It wasn’t a normal smile Mycroft would use in public: calculated to the millimeter. Instead it was a sleepy, languid thing that nearly stole Greg’s breath. Smitten teenager indeed.
“Hello, darlin’,” Greg beamed at him. Up close he could see a bright flush on Mycroft’s cheeks and he strongly suspected it was from more than just the warmth of the great coat.
“Gre- HIC! Mm, excuse me.” Mycroft pressed his slender fingers to his mouth.
Greg couldn’t help but laugh as he wrapped his arm around Mycroft’s waist. “How are you doing?”
Mycroft blinked. “I am perfectly satisfactory. Thank you.” He spoke a bit slowly, but his diction was perfect. Suspiciously perfect.
Greg raised an eyebrow at him. “Perfectly satisfactory, hm?”
Mycroft hiccuped again then leaned forward conspiratorially. “Gregory, do you see the young woman in the blue cape?”
Greg had seen her earlier. “Yes…”
“It is a - HIC! - lovely garment. I think I should get a cape. I would look quite fesshhn…” Mycroft frowned. “Fechn.” His brow wrinkled in concentration. “Fetching. I would look quite fetching. HIC!”
Greg grinned and reached up to brush his fingers over a flushed cheek. “Yeah, you’d look gorgeous in a cape, darlin’.” Greg kissed his cheek. “Seems you got drunk enough for this party.”
Mycroft sniffed and turned up his nose. “I’ve no idea wha- HIC! - what you mean.”
“Uh huh.” Greg ran his tongue over his teeth. “Care to walk a straight line for me, darlin’?”
“‘S ‘mpossible.” Mycroft gestured vaguely at the room. “Too many people. And objess. HIC!”
“That,” Greg said, “and you’re well and truly pissed.”
Before Mycroft could retort, Sally stopped in front of them, smiling broadly. Her eyes were a little glassy and her flower crown was askew. “You lot alright?” she asked.
“Yeah, all good, Sal.” Greg smiled at her warmly. “The party’s great, but we’re going to head home.”
“Aww,” Sally pouted, then threw her arms around Greg’s neck. “Thanks for coming, Lestrade.”
“My pleasure,” he told her, patting her back.
Sally released him and turned to Mycroft. “C’mere, Posh!”
She grabbed him in a hug around his chest and Mycroft was surprised into a hiccup. Sally released him and Mycroft swayed a little, blinking slowly. He focused on Sally determinedly.
“Sargenn Dono… Donvin. This ‘s been a verr charming party. HIC!”
Sally’s jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide as she looked between Greg and Mycroft.
Mycroft swayed a bit more and Greg wrapped an arm around him.
“Feeling a bit worse for wear, Mr. Holmes?” Sally asked.
“Nonsense. Perfec… perfeckly satsfactry.”
Sally’s grin could only be described as ‘shit-eating’.
“I’m gonna get him home, Sal,” Greg said as Mycroft leaned against him more heavily.
“That seems like a good idea,” she said. “Let me get Thea to say goodbye.”
Sally moved off and Greg pulled out his mobile to text their driver. Text sent and acknowledged, Greg positioned himself under Mycroft’s arm, with a hand on his chest and his arm around his back.
“Come on, darlin’. Let’s get you out of here.”
Mycroft hiccuped again and muttered something about the room being too wobbly. Greg started towards the door, compensating for Mycroft’s unsteady gait.
They were almost there when Anthea stepped in front of them. A slight smirk broke her normal impassive expression. “You enjoyed yourself?” she asked Mycroft.
“You have verr. Very good Scotch. HIC! An you gave me quite a lot of it,” Mycroft said, clearly making an effort to keep his diction under control.
“I did promise to get you drunk enough for the experience,” she said, then turned to Greg. “I hope you enjoyed yourself as well, Lestrade.”
“Yeah, really good time. Wonderful party. Thanks, Anthea.”
She slipped one water bottle into the pocket of Mycroft’s great coat and another into Greg’s jacket pocket, then kissed Greg on the cheek.
“Do you need any help getting him to the car?”
“Nah.” Greg looked up at Mycroft who hiccuped. “You can walk, can’t you, darlin’? Just a bit wobbly.”
“Alright, safe travels then,” Anthea said, opening the door for them.
“Good night, Anthea,” Greg said.
“HIC! G’night my dear.”
Greg guided Mycroft out of the building and into the cool October air. The street was empty and Greg took his hand off Mycroft’s chest to pull out his mobile. The car should be there in another minute or two. He looked back at Mycroft to see him smiling at Greg blearily.
“Yur verrr pretty,” Mycroft slurred.
Greg chuckled. “Thanks, love. You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Gregry, ‘s posssbl I’ve had - HIC! - too mussh to drink tonight.”
“You don’t say?” Greg laughed. “You’re so much drunker than I realized, just seeing you from across the room. You were really keeping it together.”
“Speaking’s more difficult than standing. HIC! An I knew you’d take care ‘f me. Knew I could...” Mycroft gestured vaguely. "Let go. HIC!"
Greg swallowed down a lump in his throat. It may have been seven years, but it never ceased to astonish him that this secretive, polished man had chosen Greg as the person he let see his frailties and flaws. As the one person who he let care for him. “Yeah, darlin’,” Greg said as the car pulled up. “I’ve got you.”
Once in the back seat, Mycroft quickly settled with his head on Greg’s shoulder.
“Love you, Gregry,” he mumbled as he fell asleep.
Greg kissed the top of his head. “Love you too.”
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Thanks for reading! Writing Mystrade always feels like coming home for me.
#posting a little early#it's Monday in England#story is set in England#totally legit#and my work schedule sucks on Mondays#I have a couple reblogs scheduled...#mystrade monday#mystrade#mycroft holmes x greg lestrade#mycroft holmes#greg lestrade#mystrade fic#mirokai writes
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Part 2 of this? https://www.tumblr.com/petitelepus/724204636528099328/optimus-and-his-friends-are-saved-by-a-mysterious reader been a big help! Somehow got Sari home back, looking after Sari whenever the team busy or such. She like a guardian or mother. And maybe Optimus telling the team how he knows her during the Halloween episode?
You were tending your great katana in your room as you could end up fighting Decepticons any given day or moment and you wanted to be prepared for when that would happen.
That didn't mean you were ignorant about your surroundings. You heard small steps and looked up to see the little human girl standing by the entrance of your room.
"Hi there!" Sari greeted you and you nodded, acknowledging her presence. "Greetings. What brings you here, little human?"
"Optimus and others headed out and I got bored." The human said and you tilted your helm a little, "So you came to me to relieve your boredom?"
"Yeah, you're, like, super cool!" She smiled happily, "You're like a legend, right?"
"I wouldn't call myself one, but I've heard others address me as one." You nodded and Sari continued, "But you saved Optimus and his friends?"
"I was close and could sense the danger they were in." You nodded and Sari smiled, "So you must be super strong also?"
"I have to be. The weak have no say in any matter." You said as you looked at your sword in your hands, "The strong control the weak and it has been that way since the beginning of time."
"Really?"
"Megatron knows this and so do the Autobots, even if they may not say it."
Sari frowned as she thought about your words, but she only became more determined, "I think you are wrong there!"
"Hm?" You looked at her, "What makes you think I'm wrong?"
"We Autobots might be underdogs but we never give up and you know why?" Sari smiled brightly, "Because we are the good guys!"
"Being good or bad doesn't matter when it comes to strength. Trust me, I know it better than you can imagine." You said as you raised your katana to the air and marveled at the light blue blade that had taken many lives and saved so many also, yours included.
Finally, you put your katana away and stood up before approaching the human child.
"If you may, would you like to show me around the city?" You asked before adding, "If it comes to it that I must fight a Decepticon here then I would like to know my battleground beforehand."
"Sure, but first, let's find you an alt mode!" Sari smiled, "I think you could look cool as a motorcycle like Prowl!"
"Aah, the ninja." You nodded, "I can tell he is a strong one."
"We all are!" Sari said, "You just haven't seen us at our best!"
"You should always aim for the best. Imperfection can lead to serious injuries and worst, death."
"Jeeze, you really don't know how to unwind, do you?"
"It's what has kept me alive all these light years."
"What's the point in a long life if you don't have any fun?" Sari asked and you blinked, not expecting a little human to come up with such a good argument.
"Well, I'm going to teach you how to take it easy and enjoy life once in a while!" She said happily and you couldn't come up with any reasons to decline her decision.
This human and her Autobot friends sure were something else.
#creativesoultheskeletongirl#transformers#reader#transformers animated#tfa#I'm sorry this became a little serious as I thought about Giyu#ENJOY!
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mythical creatures, pt. 1
// read on ao3 //
Chrissy wanted to go to beauty school.
Eddie found this out one afternoon over ice cream. He had no idea how they went from a drug deal in the drug store parking lot to ice cream on a bench at the edge of Smithy Park. But honestly, he should have expected that by now. Every time he saw Chrissy, business would turn to pleasure in less than ten minutes, and it wasn't even his doing this time.
She’d shoved the dime bag into her monogrammed backpack and somehow moved on to how the drug store they were behind secretly had the best ice cream in town, and how had Eddie never been before? Hadn't he lived here for a while?
“Only like ten years.”
“Thats long enough for this to be embarrassing for you,” she teased. She’d been teasing him more lately, easing up around him. He had no idea what he had done to deserve a nice thing like that.
So now he was demolishing a cone of rocky road that was dripping down his wrist, and she was plowing through a cup of cotton candy.
But the plow slowed to a crawl, and eventually Eddie realized he was the only one eating, and Chrissy was sort of just stirring her now-soupy ice cream over and over. She did stuff like that sometimes; would give up eating a thing halfway. Maybe she just had a tiny ass stomach capacity. But with all the backflips and shit cheerleaders did, Eddie thought she’d have more of an appetite than the bag of trail mix (no M&Ms) he knew lived in her backpack.
“Want me to wrap this up?” Eddie gestured to his cone.
“Hm?” Chirssy looked up, thoughts interrupted.
“If you’re not gonna eat anymore.” Eddie pointed to her cup of sugary sludge.
“Oh,” Chrissy looked away, blushing like she’d been caught, but in a bad way. “Um, no take your time.”
Eddie was pretty crap with girls, usually they thought he was kind of creepy. Which to be fair, he kind of was. But creepy in a Halloween way, and not a Charles Manson way.
Despite this, he sensed he’d said something wrong, and tried to change the subject.
“Your ice cream matches your eyeshadow.” He said, and immediately realized how stupid that sounded. Goddamn luddite.
But as luck would have it, Chrissy touched manicured fingertips to the corner of her eye, and smiled small. “Thanks.”
“Yeah,” Now that he started this, he might as well try to follow through. “You’re pretty good at like, makeup and stuff.”
Chrissy smiled for real now, perfect lips and crooked teeth. God, she was pretty.
“Thank you.” Her posture relaxed. “You know, I’m planning on going to beauty school after high school.”
“That's sick. Like, to open a salon?”
“Actually,” She became ever so slightly bashful. “I want to be a celebrity makeup artist. Like, for musicians.”
It was Eddie's turn to light up. “Like, for rockstars and shit?”
She nodded.
“No fuckin’ way.”
“Yes fucking way.” She said, seemingly surprised that she still had the ability to curse.
“Thats awesome, Chris.” Then, “you could always practice on me. If you wanted. I’m a bit of a rockstar myself, as you know.”
Mostly he’d meant it to be like, self aggrandizing, but-
“Oh my god I’d love to.”
Eddie’s stomach flipped over.
“Would you want to come to my place after school tomorrow? Normally I wouldn't offer to host cause, well, my mom,” she looked nervous just thinking about it. “But she’s got bridge Thursdays, and all my makeup stuff is at mine.”
Never in his life had Eddie been invited to a girl’s house. Not since 6th grade birthday parties, anyway. He hardly knew how to respond.
“Uh, yeah. Sure.”
He got another glimpse of that toothy smile.
-
Chrissy had her own car, so the next day she offered to drive him. At first he thought this was only because she didn't want the van parked in front of her pristine god-fearing household, but when he made a joke about it;
“Oh get over yourself,” she laughed.
So he did.
Her house wasn't nearly as imposing as he feared, but still he felt that no matter how many times he wiped his boots on the welcome mat, they'd never be clean enough to touch the cream-colored carpet.
Chrissy excused herself to get changed when they got to her room at the far end of the house, and Eddie was alone in her bedroom. It might have been a nice room; fancy bed frame, a large window with heavy, expensive-looking curtains, but Chrissy had to be one of the messiest people Eddie had ever known. Laundry on the floor, textbooks piled on one end of a bed so unmade that the fitted sheet had popped off one side, a skyscraper of stacked unwashed cups.
The most unexpected thing though, was the unicorns.
Unicorn sheets, unicorn posters, and a wide array of unicorn figures and plushies arranged precariously on a shelf above the headboard.
Eddie had leaned over the mound of pillows to get a closer look at said shelf when Chrissy walked back in.
One of them probably should have said something, but they just stood there staring at each other.
Eddie had never seen Chrissy so… casual. Her hair was down, falling loosely to her shoulders. She had on an old Hawkins High Cheer sweatshirt that was a few sizes too big, and gym shorts that looked like something he would own. But her pristine makeup and dangly earrings stayed. She looked comfy. It made her breathtaking.
“Hello again.” She said finally. Then she looked to where Eddie was leaning.
“Oh, god, the unicorns.” She waved him away. “Sorry it’s like, super childish.”
“No, no I thought it was cool-”
“Okay, no need to make fun-”
“No,” Eddie laughed a little. “I’m serious, man. You know I love high fantasy.”
Chrissy took a fallen plushie of a fat, blue unicorn with a gold horn, a little older looking than the others, off her bed to set back in its place on the shelf. “Yeah, well. So do I.”
“You probably died when The Last Unicorn came out,” he offered.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve only seen it fourteen times. Read the book even more than that.”
“There's a book?”
Chrissy teased him for knowing less about a fantasy subgenre than her. He said she should try having the entire lexicon of Dungeons and Dragons books memorized.
Eventually, she dragged a chair from across the room to sit next to her vanity- which was just as disastrously messy as the rest of her room. She made him sit down, touched his shoulders. That was butterfly-inflicting.
Then she went about explaining what all the various instruments at her table were. Eddie liked the eyelash curler best, since it looked like a torture device.
“You could pry someone's fingernails off with this thing.” He wiggled the handle.
Then she said he could pick colors for him to work with. He chose black.
“You have to pick a contrast color, too,” she admonished him.
So he picked black and red. And she set to work.
Eddie realized how uneven his breathing was when she touched his face. Her hands were warm and steady; clearly she knew what she was doing. And having her face that close to his- her breath was sweet. He realized it still smelled like ice cream.
“It's nice you're cool with this kind of thing.” She said after a bit of focused silence. “I mean, Jason never let me before…”
“Well I’m not Jason.”
“Thank god for that.” She smiled. “But, you know. I just thought maybe you'd think it was too girly.”
“Why?” He made a face, then remembered she’d said not to move his face too much, and tried to look neutral.
“You're a boy.”
“I'm almost twenty.”
“Fine, you’re a man .”
Eddie almost flinched at the word. “Gross.” He said, then immediately regretted it.
But Chrissy just giggled. “Gross?”
“Yeah, men are gross, dude.”
“I mean, I agree. But it’s funny that you would say that.”
Eddie felt like he should backtrack. “Just reminds me of my dad, the word ‘man.’” Ah yes, because emotional vulnerability was definitely backtracking. Great job, Ed. “Or like, the president. Or cavemen. King Kong.” Eddie mimicked beating his chest in a parody of masculinity.
Chrissy hummed to indicate she was listening.
“I’d rather be like… a formless eldritch being.”
“That makes sense for you.” She pulled back. “Okay, want to look?”
Eddie turned toward the mirror, and looked.
He almost didn't recognize himself. I mean, he did. But whatever Chrissy had done had almost erased his acne scars, made his nose look straighter, and his eyes… His eyes look so cool. Black to red making his eyelashes look longer, his pupils shine, almost glow.
“You like it?” Chrissy chewed her bottom lip, clearly nervous.
“Like it?” Eddie grinned. “I look like David Bowie. This is awesome.” He leaned closer to the mirror, then looked back at Chrissy. “You’ve got a real talent.”
Eddie made a show of applauding and she did a small mock-bow.
“Thank you, thank you.” She laughed. Eddie threw an invisible rose, and she caught it. “You’re too kind.”
She kept laughing though, small and wonderful joy barely contained, and again they found themselves sitting across from each other, silent and smiling.
Eddie’s ripped-jean-clad knees knocked into her bare, ruddy ones. Everything about her was so pretty, and so easily that way. Eddie almost couldn't pick apart the crush from… well, from the jealousy.
Almost as if she read his thoughts, Chrissy smiled and tilted her head to say, “You know, you look really pretty. Like this.”
Eddie smiled, “Hey, not so bad yourself.”
He thought about trying to kiss her, then thought better of it.
Then she kissed him.
Chrissy and her nervous smile. Chrissy and her ice-cream breath. Chrissy and her unicorn obsession and messy room and dream of being a makeup artist and soft shiny hair and weird laugh kissed him on the lips. Then kissed him deeper. Then moved to sit on his lap before there came the sound of a doorbell and the two of them shot apart. Then they realized the doorbell had been for the neighbor’s house. Then they both dissolved into laughter. Easy, ugly, wonderful laughter.
Chrissy told Eddie he should leave before her mom got back, and he washed his face in her bathroom.
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The next day at school, Chrissy found a little novelty tub of cotton candy in her locker. She’d given Eddie the combination for drop offs.
She flipped it over to check the nutritional facts by force of habit, but to her surprise, they'd been scribbled out. Next to where the ‘total sugars’ used to be, was a small doodle of a unicorn.
// pt. 2 coming soon //
#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#eddie x chrissy#non binary eddie munson#non binary chrissy cunningham#tw eating disorders#stranger things fic
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My response to some voicelines (Lilia)
Looking back, the days we've spent together have been enjoyable ones indeed.
Yeah, hanging out with you has been fun.
It's more relaxing upside-down.
For you.
Can you keep up with me?
Probably not from what other students told me.
Isn't this fun?
For you, yes. For me, no.
Khee hee, are you joining us?
Yeah, I'm coming.
Can your eyes keep up with me?
I don't think so.
Care for a sip?
What? No!
Go with your first instinct.
But I don't trust it.
Isn't this appetizing?
... I think I lost my appetite.
What's this smoke?
Grim, what did you do?
A baby could do this.
Well, this baby probably can't.
Strike while the potion's hot!
Don't yell in my ear.
Wrap this up quickly.
Please don't rush me.
School uniform
Do you have any plans after this? If not, what would you say to joining me for a walk? I'd love to bend your ear.
Bend my ear? Yeah, I'll join you.
What do you think? Aren't I one seriously mysterious and attractive boy?
Yeah, whatever you say, Lilia. *Smiles*
Classes should always be taken seriously.
But it's hard when you have no motivation.
P.E. uniform
I'm quite spry. Trouble is, I so rarely get a chance to show it. Fancy a race?
Um, no thanks. I'm tired as it is.
I just got out of flight class. You want to know my trick? Think to yourself, "I want to fly," and you will.
*Squints*
My, my. You've barely crawled out of the cradle and you're already walking on two legs? Most impressive.
*Raises brow*
Exercising really makes you thirsty. Hm? This? It's tomato juice. Khee hee. What had you been expecting?
Water, I was expecting water, not tomato juice after a workout.
What are you doing? Is that your idea of dance practice? A poor showing, if so.
:( You didn't have to say it like that.
Labwear
I'm good at identifying medicinal herbs. If I eat one and it doesn't do anything, it's not medicinal at all.
You really shouldn't do that. You could eat something poisonous.
Silver's always been an easy child. Why, he'd fall right to sleep after eating my home cooking.
("From what Malleus told me, I think you made Silver unconscious.")
You have questions? Go ahead and ask; I've seen everything. Though I've forgotten most of it.
>:(
I'm not the biggest fan of taking careful, precise measurements. The phrase "eyeballing it" was made for me.
*Steps a few inches away from him*
Are you good at experiments?
I guess I'm decent.
Being risk-averse brings minimal returns. No guts, no glory! Give it a go.
Okay, calm down first.
Ceremonial Robes
Hm? Where is Malleus?
*Being hugged by Malleus in the corner*
With speed like yours, you'll never be able to catch me.
>:(
You've grown quite a bit since you first enrolled. Human children shoot up so dizzyingly fast...
I know you're just saying that because I'm a grown adult, I finished growing years ago, Lilia.
Suitor Suit
You wish to hear me give an earnest proposal? Very well, but just note, you might be in for a swooning.
Then swoon me.
Infiltrating enemy lines on a rescue mission sounds delightful! It's just like an RPG. Pity my motivation's gone because we're rescuing Idia.
Rude.
This thorn-patterned ribbon really brings the look together! What's the matter? Has my dapperness stunned you into silence?
Huh? Oh, sorry, I spaced out.
I've seen many kinds of love in my day, but I confess, I rarely engage in romantic gossip. How would you like to chat about it with me?
I guess, I don't think I have a lot to say on romance.
Halloween
I love most kinds of sweets, but not marshmallows. It feels like I'm eating air.
What about marshmallow tea? It's good for sore throats.
If I were truly a lóng, I would let you ride on my back. But perhaps you'll settle for a piggyback ride?
I don't need a piggyback, Lilia.
How do you like my red claws? Vil made them for me. He called them "gel nails" or some such thing.
It's gel nail polish. I need to paint my nails at some point.
Have you seen Ace? He always seems to be munching on one of Trey's delicious desserts, so I tried making a dessert for him, too.
I think I saw him with his dorm. (Not knowing they should have lied)
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The Four Rumors
"Hey there! You're new around here, aren't you?"
"... Yes. I am."
"I see... Welcome to Quaint Town! I hope that the Velvet Complex isn't too shabby?"
"... No, it's not... And thank you."
"Hmmm... I know! You should probably listen to the Town's Four Rumors!"
"Four Rumors...? Something like a myth?"
"You could call it that, I suppose! Some called it a myth, while others called it a piece of forgotten history that is interpreted differently."
"... Care to share me about what the Four Rumors are about..?"
"Oh! I thought you would never ask! Let's see... Let us start with the most popular Rumor..."
Eyes of the Primary
"The first Rumor is appropriately called 'Eyes of the Primary'. Quite an eye catching name, is it not?"
"... Very funny."
"Anyways, enough about that! The Eyes of the Primary have many names, but we will address it as The Primary. The Primary is an entity that is known to create contracts to those who wished to strike a deal with it."
"So... a demon then?"
"Hmmm, I wouldn't really say that they're a demon... but it is quite a similar title, so maybe. It is rumored that The Primary kept as many souls over the years, but they also lost many souls that are clever enough to escape from their contract. It is also murmured that The Primary, to this day, is still hunting down the very souls that tricked it."
"... I see... How come that The Primary is a popular Rumor?"
"Well, certain disappearances with unknown origins makes people talk. They would claim that the First Rumor is true, but they would always shrug it off."
"Disappearances with unknown origins... I never heard of anything about that..."
"Right? It is also a part of the Rumor, I heard! That such 'unknown disappearances' will be scrubbed off of existence- as if they were never there."
"... That's... concerning... I think..."
"Don't worry, it's just a part of the Rumor! You could say that the Four Rumors is quite a popular ghost story, for those who want to give others a good scare!"
"I hope it remains that way... Care to share about the other three?"
"Getting curious now, aren't we? Let me continue on to the second Rumor!"
The Starved
"The second Rumor is based off of an old saying that involves the High Mountains."
"A saying?"
"Mmhm! I believe it goes like... Lay your head low when entering the High Mountains."
"Lay your head low... like bowing?"
"Hmm, you could say that, yes! Every time we enter the High Mountains, one must always bow before continuing."
"Why? Did something happen there?"
"That's the fun part! See, the Rumor was birthed from that very saying itself. Rumor has it that the littered items around the mountains were from the victims of The Starved. Which is why people would always bow their head before the forests of the High Mountains."
"The Starved...."
"But if you were to ask me, it's probably just mountain hikers and campers being irresponsible yet again! They do tend to loiter around that area.... I'd rather that they don't."
"Why's that?"
"Let's move on to the next Rumor!"
"You didn't answer my question...."
"Hm? You were saying something?"
"... never mind. Go on..."
Penumbra
"The third Rumor may not be as popular, but good enough to scare children back to their beds."
"It sounds... safer, I think."
"Oh, it's anything but safe, I am afraid."
"What do you mean?"
"People would claim that they have sighted this Rumor, but plenty of them were either fake, hoaxes, or just paranoia on the reporter's part."
"Exactly... is it not the lesser of evils between the Rumors?"
"Well, the thing is, it's the Rumor itself. Rumor has it that this being is not a creature of pure darkness, nor pure light. However, what it is is that it cannot live without the two elements."
"... Like a shadow?"
"Exactly! A shadow can't be considered one without the light or the dark. It needs both of the two concepts combined, though the part that made kids cry and head back to their parents about this Rumor is well..."
"... Well?"
"An incident that happened during Halloween, years back. A group of kids were trick or treating, messing around as young children do! Until they noticed a traveling person. Well, they believed that it is, except..."
"...."
"When it turned to their direction... Their lantern illuminated the very dark mass of shadow and unspeakable light behind them."
"... That sounds something like what kids would say, alright..."
"And it was in the middle of night, too! Quite a classic trope, but it soon became a popular Rumor by the time Halloween rolls around. Some would even dedicate to try and exactly make up a costume about this Rumor!"
"No wonder our black coats are getting sold so fast... But nobody knows what the shadow looks like... What even is its name?"
"Well, the children called them Penumbra, or commonly known as the Shadow."
"Penumbra... that does sound ominous..."
"Ominous as it is, I believe that it is all but a silly tale."
"Quite ironic, considering how you seem to have memorized the Four Rumors by heart...."
"That doesn't mean I have to believe in it like it's religion! Believe me, there are plenty of people out there crazy over the Four Rumors..."
"A fandom of them... just because of this...? Concerning, and absurd..."
"Well, let's not talk about that! We're nearing the last one, you see!"
".... The last one, huh...."
Inexistence
"Hmm, how odd... was it the Four Rumors, or was it the Three Rumors?"
"..... Don't keep me waiting. I have a shift to do."
"Right, right, my bad! The Fourth Rumor is a mystery, really... it was said that it originated from a different town. I believe it was something like the neighboring city miles away from Quaint Town?"
"You mean Loud City? Ugh, don't get me started with that place..."
"It can't be that bad! .... okay, maybe the name of the city itself is a dead giveaway, but I digress! The Fourth Rumor is what the locals around here call: 'Inexistence'."
".... Inexistence...."
"Basically: this Rumor does not exist! Or, at least it shouldn't have. It was born from the First Rumor's little rumor, where they believed that perhaps another being is behind those unknown disappearances. Disappearances that shouldn't be there, or shouldn't have had occurred. That, or it's based off of the many cases of Jane Doe's and John Doe's- which is highly unlikely, considering..."
"It's time."
"Hm?"
"My shift. Don't you also have a shift too?"
"Oh! I have almost forgotten about it! Well then, I'll see you around Quaint next time, miss Arter!"
"Hope not..."
"Oh, don't joke like that! Quaint Town's a peaceful and quaint town after all. We're bound to see each other again! Goodbye!"
"... Bye to you too, I guess...."
"..."
"...."
".....!"
"... How did he know my name?"
"I never told him my name."
#TheFourRumors#OCs#lineless art#contentwarningprovided#thedrawingaddict#originalworkithinks#firstposthereaswellsobenicepls#Eyes of the Primary#The Starved#Penumbra#Inexistence
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The rustling of freshly fallen leaves made her footsteps known. But she didn't even bother to cover them. Long, sharp fingernails pierced a bag of Halloween candy with caramel and pumpkin filling.
" Well, well. . . long time no see, Danny. "
Emerald-green irises flickered with something baleful but also playful. Elegant, inked legs circled the killer and the victim already bleeding its life across the freshly cut grass.
" Thought I would see The boogeyman, it is his time of time year, no? But I guess, a ghost will do for now. "
Provoking voice pushed every button no sane mind would, watching the blade she sould fear with amusement and admiration.
" Not the one that I gave you. Don't tell me you threw it away? Or tried to leave it in a corpse with my finger prints to frame me? You were always theatrical when it came to showing your mood. "
Placing the pumpkin she carried in another hand on a stone fence, Clare stared at the two black pits of the mask's eyes.
" Not your best work, maybe you should stick to carving pumpkin's and leave the stabbing to Myers. "
( HAHAHHAHAHA I AM SO . . . SO SO SO SORRY. THE WAY THIS B*TCH JUST WALKS BACK INTO HIS LIFE AND STARTS ANTAGONIZING HIM OUT OF THE BLUE. HAHAHHA I CAN'T. IDK I went with some kind of a ex's little reunion, or better said, them being them, having a rough fall down but god forbid leaving one another alone even when they are totally pissed at one another )
A trail of red paints the grass all the way from the back door of the lonely, dull grey suburban home. He was getting ready for the best part, taking pictures and leaving his mark, until he heard foot steps.
The hair on the back of his neck rises, hand clenched tight around his knife as he gets ready to strike....until he hears her. Clare.
He turns to watch her as she circles around him, eyes darting from her red lips to her exposed legs and back up to her gem stone green eyes. Of course she was here to mock and push his buttons.
"Hello to you too, Dollface." He sighs and pulls off his mask, tucking it under his belt straps. His eyes are red and sleep deprived.
"Oh you know me so well, you should know I don't use your knife when we're... arguing, it throws off my game." He smirks and steps closer to her. "Looks like you wanna prolong it with this Myers talk, you know how I feel about it." The words come out like a growl.
"I'm busy, so why are you out here following me, hm? Miss me already? I thought I was an 'egotistical, heartless monster' and that you 'never wanted to see me again' what happened to that?"
He knows, he always knows, and they both do. They were bound to one another, call it a red string of fate or something like persistence. They always found each other again.
(oh they 100% had some petty fight lmaoo gods 😂)
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Deuce Spade facts and fun facts🥳🥳
This is a list of facts and fun facts about Deuce! This list is based on true facts only and any observations I've made, however observations can be subjective, so those will be labeled properly! Let's start off with some facts already in the wiki :)
First Yr, class 1-A, student no.24
Birthday: June 3
Age: at the beginning of the game, Deuce is 16, but currently, he is 17 [his profile in game has not been updated, but as time is proven to flow in game, it is unclear but can be interpreted that the characters do canonly age]
Gemini
173 cm / 5'8" ft
Homeland: Rose kingdom
Family: Mother, Grandmother, it is implied that his father is out of the picture as Deuce states that he is the only man in the family so his father has either left or is dead
Club: Track and Field [alongside Jack]
Best subject: PE
Dominant hand: Right
Fav food: Egg dishes / omurice
Least fav food: Bell peppers
Dislikes: Limited time sales
Hobby: Magical wheel (twst motorcycle I guess but it looks kinda funky)
Talents: Machinery Maintainance [good with fixing gadgets and etc]
Used to be a delinquent before he heard his mother crying on the phone to his grandmother about his behavior. Afterwards he decided to change
Owns a pink leopard printed suit
Cannot do middle school math, he will take a lot of time to solve simple Algebra problems
Gets nervous and stops functioning entirely when talking to women
Onto some fun facts outside of the wiki! These facts have been gathered from various sources (ppl who can read japanese, ppl who have told me abt info in the twst guidebook, twitter, and ofc the main translated story), but I cannot prove 100% authenticity of this, so take it with a gain of salt
Canonly a pretty boy. Deuce is described as the "cool pretty type" in the twst guidebook
Smells like flowers [applies to all students from Rose kingdom]
A romantic, he admired the king and queen of heart's relationship and trey teased him about it
Thought that baby chicks hatch from store bought eggs until the MC and Grim told him the truth
Can cook eggs (he likes them over easy)
Wanted to make a magical wheel club but was rejected so he joined track and field
Bought magical wheel magazines when he was younger and studied it
Wanted to ride his magical wheel in the heartslabyul maze (mentioned he forgets bad things when he rides it so like...it makes him feel better)
Hates limited times sales/shopping but is extremely good at it. He can remember the price of an item, when exactly it sells out, the percentage/probability of when it can sell out, discount prices and pretty much any math that has to do with it [he's extremely good at shopping because his mother brought him out a lot with her to limited time sales]
In addition to the point above, it is implied he can memorize and calculate that for pretty much every item he intends on buying (everything I listed above is in relation to the time he bought 20 limited time puddings which greatly impressed Sebek who wasn't able to grab even 1, but it was later revealed that he also bought 8 bag full of items requested by Trey for baking, as well as the others probably from heartslabyul) so basically Deuce big brain and very good memorization abilities
Hilariously in the instance above, Sebek, who is like...a real fae, has said that what Deuce did was not something a human can do
Flirted with a plant because vil was fucking around with him and told him to
Was ready to fist fight Riddle
Was about to go find Leona to beat him up but Vil was like do u have no fear and Deuce pretty much said that he can get thru to Leona with his muscles
Was about to fight Malleus (jesus christ) but ended up fixing his tamagotchi and came out completely loaded and rich (good for deuce, get that cha ching babey)
Won a Track and Field competition (noted to be rare for a first year)
He is literally a pretty boy, it's been pointed out that he looks good in the ceremonial clothes (but we already know that)
Admires Riddle and sees him as a role model, has called him boss (like...yakuza boss terminology) once
[Observation] Has a pretty good relationship with Jamil as he has asked Jamil to help him practice his Stargazer dance, and mentioned him once again when talking about how Jamil fixed his hat and said that he was a reliable upperclassman
Has said fuck and would not hesitate to say it again 🥺
Has been called honest and cute, was fawned over by kalim and trey. Kalim said Deuce was similar to his younger brothers
During his delinquent phase, he was blamed for many things he didn't do as well, Deuce said that he realized no one believed in him despite what he says, but because a policeman stood up for him, he wanted to become a cop when he grew up
Used intimidation tactics [the equivalent of "u wanna fucking go let's go I'll beat ur ass" to scare off ppl and silver was like hm I will have to try that sometime, to which deuce was pretty much like ahahah no dont
Deuce refers to Yuu as his "mabu", basically calling Yuu his best friend
He can change a lightbulb, and he talks abt hand washing materials and just domestic house stuff in general as if it's common knowledge. In other words it's implied Deuce is really good at housework due to doing a lot for his mother
When he was a kid, he used to cry because he thought there were monsters outside, but it was just hanging laundry
Is more scared of Riddle than ghosts
It's implied that one time (or several times...) he stayed after school with Crewel, and the poor guy had to attempt to explain the same concept over and over again to Deuce for hours until he understood
Ace always cheats in card games with Deuce, so Deuce claims that it's not very fun playing with him
Bad at astrology bc apparently all stars look the same to him
Likes cafe latte
Does tease ppl, he once messed with Yuu and in the process called Ace "Ace-kun" (Ace called him "Deuce-kun" as well). There has been an instance where he's teased Jack about his Niceness TM
Used to have over 30 gang members following him at age 14-15. (You'd think that him being so young would make him like a lackey but no he was the boss)
Has a thing for summoning cauldrons since he was young, but apparently you need to have a large amount of magic capabilities to summon objects, so [observation] deuce may actually be extremely powerful bc he was able to summon things at a young age, but he hasn't refined his powers yet so he still seems weak compared to a lot of the cast
During his delinquent phase, apparently he had a really wild hairstyle and he used his magic on people weaker than him
[Observation] Deuce is actually pretty good at lying. In his Halloween card he was able to put up a good act and deceive some of his ex gang members into following him into the forest before mildly roughing them up (keep in mind that he has not had contact with these ppl for at least a year, yet somehow he was able to assert enough authority to tell them to follow him. Also, he thought of this plan on the spot, and acted malicious enough so that the gang members would believe in him—which proves that he's not only quick witted but a convincing actor, as Jamil actually believed his act for a while)
It's implied that he and Ace are often in leadership positions, as they helped to lead heartslabyul in designing their Halloween booth, but they also mentioned that it was much easier compared to organizing unbirthday parties
[Observation] despite wanting to be an honor student, Deuce is still able to take unjustly means to achieve his goals (EX. Making a deal with Azul to pass his test), in general, deuce doesn't care too much about the method, be it through cheating or violence to get to his goal, but he does value a fair battle
[Observation] a lot of Deuce's strengths are subtle as we are frequently told abt how much of a bad student he is, but if u rly think abt it, deuce is put in leadership positions a lot, he's good a memorization and small technical details, he can be at times quick witted and deceiving, and he has the potential to be extremely powerful in magic. In conclusion Deuce is a menace and once we find out what his unique magic is I'm 100.01% sure he will become a greater menace and I think he should fight a lot of people and win
That will be all for this post! There may be more fun facts/observations that I may have missed, but feel free to add on to this! Anyways thank u for reading and please stan Deuce Spade♠️💙
#please read this i spent hours on it <3#i am sorry for being a walking deuce encyclopedia#twisted wonderland#deuce spade#twisted wonderland deuce#twst deuce
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First Halloween (Damian Priest x Author insert)
Summary: It's Damian and Claudia Sofia's First Halloween as a couple and when Damian makes it Instagram official, his fans aren't exactly happy about it
Warnings: protective!Damian, body shaming, ableist comments, my insecurities that are written in this imagine are the same insecurities I have in real life, fluff and implied smut (the only fictional things about me here is that I have a job, I know how to do my makeup and a 10k following on wattpad 😂) and a slight AU (i think), Rhea and Damian are roomies!
"Mami are you almost done?" Claudia Sofia's boyfriend of almost 5 months hollered from downstairs as she was putting on the finishing touches of her costume, Wonder Woman's signature headband to hide the specks of red by her hairline to almost her forehead, caused by a recent psoriasis attack a few days ago
"Almost mahal ko!" She hollered back as she looked in the mirror to look at herself completely, making her smile softly
This was the first Halloween that she and Damian have as boyfriend and girlfriend, he suggested that they should dress up as Superman (in his black suit) and Wonder Woman (knowing fully well that she loved DC, especially Superman)
Her smile faded, biting her lower lip as her right leg and foot was slowly becoming uncomfortable in the leather boots, sighing as she emerges out of the room and carefully went downstairs, trying not to trip while walking
Sofia had Tibial Muscular Dystrophy for as long as she could remember, being in and out of physical therapy as a kid and wore special shoes to help correct the way she walked, she could walk yes but she gets tired if she stood and walked for long periods of time quicker than an average person would and her walk was a little bit different than others.
She was very open and honest about her condition to her family, friends and her loyal readers online and on paper, though some people even have bullied her for it but she didn't mind it and had grown a thick skin over the years, all the negativity and her condition didn't stop her from reaching her dreams as an author
But she couldn't help being insecure about herself from time to time, especially when she's dating someone like Damian Priest
"You look beautiful Sof" Rhea, Damian's roommate and one of his best friends complimented as she finally reached the bottom of the stairs wearing a gothic vampire costume for Halloween
"Thank you Rhea" the petite brunette smiled "You look awesome as well!" She says, admiring the Aussie's costume
Sofia squeaked when she felt herself being lifted off the ground, it was Damian smirking as he happily admired his girlfriend's costume, she giggled upon seeing him as she admired his costume too, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck
“Damn, I'm a lucky girl” she thought
"Don't you look sexy, Ms. Prince" Damian said, deepening his voice a little bit knowing that it turned her on immensely
"I'm not cosplaying as her secret identity D." She teased, pecking his lips "I could say the same thing about you though" she purrs against his lips, gasping when he squeezed her asscheeks
"Mhm what do you say we ditch this party and celebrate Halloween in our own way as Superman and Wonder Woman instead hm?" he suggested, nipping her bottom lip softly
"Um as much as I want to leave you two love birds behind, I'm planning to get wasted tonight and I need a driver" Rhea rolled her eyes playfully at her roommate as Sofia blushed, pulling away from Damian's lips and tried to pull away from him but he pulled her closer and held her waist tighter
"We'll leave after you take a few photos of me and my girl, I want to officially show her off to the world" he says proudly "Te quiero mucho, Claudia" he smiled brightly and handed Rhea his phone as she began taking photos of the pair
Sofia smiled lovingly and caressed his cheeks "Mahal na mahal kita" she giggled
Once Rhea was done she looked at the pair quizzically as she hands Damian his phone back "Why do you guys talk to each other in Spanish and Tagalog?" She asked curiously
"Because I wanted to learn her language and I know she loves it when I speak Spanish" Damian smirked as he got his phone, still not letting go of her
Sofia tried so hard not to blush, because he was right about loving it when he speaks Spanish "I don't love it that much, now put me down" She pouts, trying to get off of him but her boyfriend shook his head
"I know your right leg and foot are killing you mi amor, I thought about that and placed your slippers in the car because those boots are making you uncomfortable" he smiled thoughtfully
She kissed his lips sweetly "What did I do to deserve you?" She hums lovingly
"Just existing and being yourself" he chuckled as the three of them got outside.
Rhea smiled to herself and admired the couple's relationship despite being very different in more ways than one
"They're perfect for one another"
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*archerofinfamy posted a photo*
archerofinfamy: my kryptonite 🖤✨#halloween
tagged: claudia_sofia
user1: Ew Damian deserves better than this hobbling pig 🙄
user2: she's way out of his league but okay 🤷🏽♀️
user3: leave Damian alone you one-legged fat slut claudia_sofia
user4: lol how tf is Damian not struggling with her heavy ass? 😂
user5: she's trying too hard to look sexy when she ain't 🤢 plus her books suck
user6: leave Sofia alone you jealous bitches! y'all are just jealous that she's beautiful, kind, has a wonderful career and most of all, she's happy with the love of her life and what ever you guys do, Damian will never notice your petty asses 🖕🏼
archerofinfamy: As I type this, I'm laying next to the most beautiful woman I've met in 39 years. You know when I realized I had feelings for her, she rejected me 6 times but not because she doesn't like me back, it's because of comments like these that will pop up every time I show the internet how much I love her despite her flaws and imperfections. I appreciate every single one of my fans and I'm thankful for them... But I draw the line when you fatshame and insult the love of my life in any way. I love her and I won't hesitate to protect her from trolls like you all, hate on her all you want, she's the one for me and nothing you say can change that user1 user2 user3 user3 user4 user5 have a nice day 😉🖕🏼
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I hope you guys enjoyed it! My ass got lazy in the end 😂🙊✌🏼
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Multi-Dimensional Pt. 5
In which you have a genius idea to take these suckers out, you accidentally do something you’re not supposed to, and you take the taller bit of your friends out.
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And then, you realize, that it's getting deeper into October.
As it got deeper into October, the dwarves and hobbit remain in your house. It's been a total of 2 1/2 weeks, now, and you can tell they're getting antsy from staying in one place for so long.
Like, around halloween time.
An idea strikes you in the head like a bag of bricks, and right away you realize that you're a genius.
You're sitting on the couch with Bilbo, Oin, and Bofur when the lightbulb goes off in your head suddenly, and once it does you hop to your feet and run upstairs at top speed, successfully baffling everyone idly watching the nature documentary you put on.
You pass Dwalin and Balin while you zoom to your bedroom, and when they see you run past them like freaking Speedy Gonzales they're both super confused.
Right away you grab your laptop off your bed and pull up a window.
The keys of your compute clack softly while you type in your town as well as 'Halloween Festival' and the first few results as well as images on the Google engine prove your theory.
Every year here people dress up in advance and celebrate throughout the duration of the week leading up to it. Of course, the trick-or-treating only happens on the day of, but there are a plethora of other things for people to do during that week.
People dress up, children go on field trips, there's a festival, and even the grocery stores have little events they put on to promote their business.
You've never really gone before since crowded places aren't the most comfortable for you, but you actually feel a little giddy about taking them all to see the town with you.
Right away you know you're going to have to buy them all costumes, but for the last week you've been pet sitting this rich couples Rag-doll cat, Princess, and your going rate is $18/hr for a week... Do the math ;).
You're going to get paid later in the day today after you drop her back off at their house, and that's not even accounting for the other animals you've been watching for varying amounts as well.
So, essentially, you're gonna be perfectly fine financially.
Anyways, as soon as you're done doing your little bit of research there on your computer you close it and leave your room again, hopping down the stairs with a big bright smile on your face.
When you reenter the living room, everyone is gathered there and looking at you expectantly.
At first, you don't do or say anything since you're super confused, but when the silence begins to drag on for too long you ask hesitantly, "Uh... Is everything alright? What's going on?"
"Well, you left to your room very quickly." Bilbo comments, standing up from his spot on the couch, "But from the smile on your face, I'm assuming it wasn't because of anything bad?"
You nod your head and sigh, leaning down to pet Mittens who is rubbing herself against your legs, "Yeah, everything's fine. It's great, actually." You pause for dramatic effect, then add, "I just figured out a way to take all of you out! Like, to see the town and stuff!"
"You have?" Thorin asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
"Mmhm!" You stand up straight and nod your head quickly, bouncing on the balls of your feet, "See, I figured I'd probably be able to take you and maybe Kili, Bofur, and Dwalin out at some point... like, if some of you were to groom yourselves different or wear hats...," once more you stop your speech and realize that may be offensive, "N-Not that I think there's anything wrong with how you look-"
"Nobody is offended, I'm sure. Go on." Thorin urges, amusement present on their faces from your sudden frantic backtracking so you don't offend them.
"R-Right, uh... anyways, you guys are taller so I knew I could probably bring you along sometime, but I wasn't sure how to get everyone else to come along, and then I realized that this next week is the week leading up to halloween!" You say it like it will answer all their questions, forgetting that they probably don't know what halloween is.
Silence passes by for a few seconds as they wait for you to go on, and when you don't Kili asks, "What's 'halloween'?"
"Oh, yeah, it's like, a holiday where children dress up and go to peoples houses to get candy. And when I say dress up, I mean in costumes." You rub the back of your neck while you explain and add, "In my city, the place we are now, we celebrate throughout the whole week. There are games, festivals, and lots of events... and there are people running around in masks all of the time. So I can get some of you costumes and then I can bring you all along!" Your smile returns as you pick apart the details, and it seems your excitement is contagious.
"Wait, so we will get to walk around the town and see other things?" Nori questions, looking over at his brothers with a smile.
"Yeah, but I gotta get you costumes first. Like, ghosts and some masks of different things. But if we wanna make the most of our time then I should probably go now."
You turn after that and go to the counter to grab your purse, pausing when Balin asks, "So it's a holiday where people run around in disguises, getting candy, and playing games as a community?"
Once again you nod your head, turning around to look at him with the same bright smile on your face.
"So, anyone can be anyone?" The older dwarf asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Yeah, pretty much." You look down and go through your purse, making sure everything you need is in there before walking over to put on your tennis shoes.
"Even the man who was here the week before?"
Now that certainly gives you a pause.
Before you were never worried about it, but now with what's happened with him, you aren't so sure that it's so safe anymore.
"Um... yeah, I guess." You'd rather not think about it, so you start to tie your laces up. "I'm sure it'll be fine."
"Well, you already said that you can bring some of us, so why not do that now? Just to make sure?" Balin asks, though it's more of a 'you should really do it cause we're gonna freak out if you don't'.
You don't respond and instead finish tying your shoes first, thinking over his request.
When you're done doing up your shoes you turn and see that they're all looking at you with similar expressions of worry, and it makes you sigh, "Okay, fine. But whoever goes can't wear their normal clothes cause people will be weirded out. The halloween thing doesn't start for another day."
There's a moment of silence while some of them exchange looks before Thorin speaks, "You mentioned Kili and myself first. Surely that should be fine."
"Um..." You look between the two and tilt your head to the side thoughtfully, arms crossed over your chest. "Sure. But your hair is definitely going to stick out, Thorin."
He nods his head in understanding.
"And what about me?" Kili asks eagerly. It seems he's really excited about finally being able to leave your property.
"You're fine, I think. Am I taking both of you?" You inquire with furrowed eyebrows, walking a few steps forward.
"You might as well." Kili says with a big silly smile.
Well, you can't argue with that logic.
You shrug your shoulders and head up the stairs again, "Alright, go get changed into some of the clothes I gave you."
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Once they're dressed in t-shirts and sweatpants (you didn't know their sizes so you got whatever would fit at the time) you observe them both with narrowed eyes while rubbing your chin.
"Hm... On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Kili a 9 and Thorin a 6." You say after a moment, turning to look at everyone else and get their opinions.
"What is the scale referring to?" Fili pipes up suddenly, looking up at you.
"How convincing they are."
"Why do I get a 6?" Thorin grumbles, looking at you pointedly.
"Your hair." You reply simply, walking over with a hair tie stretched between your fingers, "Hold still."
You gather his hair over his shoulders and pull it back, putting his hair through it and wrapping it around until it's nice and tight.
As soon as you're finished, you step around him and look to see if it's made a difference, and when you've determined that it's good, you smile, "Okay, now it's at least an 8." You turn towards Kili and ask, "Your hair is fine, right? Or do you want me to put it up?"
He doesn't say anything and neither does anyone else, and when the silence persists you raise an eyebrow, "Hello? Earth to Kili, I just asked you a question."
"Uh, no, you don't have to, thank you." He shakes his head and seems to come to some sort of realization since he starts to smile at his uncle in that big teasing grin you've, unfortunately, become accustomed to.
You nod your head and skip back over to the counter, swiping your keys off of it before heading to the front door.
"Come out whenever, I'm gonna get my car started."
Once you're out of the house some of the dwarves begin to laugh, and Kili pokes fun at his uncle, "Thorin, you have quite a red face, are you sure you can go?"
Thorin glares at his nephew and replies coldly, "She meant nothing by it."
"Right, but is that disappointment I hear?"
The glare he throws his nephew is so withering it could suck the life right out of a flower, but Kili is no flower, so he only laughs more.
"She offered to do yours too, you know." Fili adds when he begins to feel bad for his uncle.
Kili pauses his laughter and glares at his brother, "But she didn't do it."
"She would've."
"Oh hush, you're just upset that she didn't ask to do your hair." Kili shoots back, glaring at his brother.
"I am not, because unlike everyone else, I knew she meant naught by asking." He shoots back with a smirk.
Kili huffs indignantly and glares at his brother, saying no more as he heads out the door after you.
Thorin turns to everyone before following and states, "Try not to destroy anything while we are gone." His voice is firm and he waits until he gets nods from them all before leaving after you.
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Once you're all in the car you put it into drive and go, turning up the radio so the car won't be completely filled with silence while you drive.
Occasionally, you'll glance at Thorin in the passenger seat or Kili in the back, and each time you do they're looking out the window at the passing scenery with awe.
"If you're impressed now, wait until we get into the big city." You comment suddenly, smiling to yourself while you watch the road ahead.
And when you do arrive in the city, they are impressed indeed.
The gasp that leaves Kili when you drive through the first big street draws a giggle from you, and when he presses his face against the window as you pull into the parking lot of the seasonal halloween store, your smile grows even bigger.
Even Thorin is impressed by all the wonderful things around, and when you turn off the car after parking you turn to look at them, "Thoughts so far?"
"It's wonderful." Kili breathes, looking at the bright, moving signs and huge stores all around.
"Yes, I don't believe I've ever seen anything so grand before." Thorin agrees, looking over at you with a smile of his own.
"Well if this impresses you, wait until we get inside the store. Try not to get scared."
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The three of you eventually make it inside, and when you do they are in awe once more.
The seasonal store is dark with black painted walls and bright white florescent lights, and there are various halloween and horror things everywhere.
When you walk in there is one of those electronic jump-scare things, and while you were expecting it, the poor dears behind you weren't.
The witch thing pops out and cackles loudly, saying one of her many phrases, and as soon as she does both Kili and Thorin freak out. And when I say freak out, I mean 'pulled out some small weapons they decided to bring and screaming' freak out.
Luckily there is no one around at the moment, so you step between them and the witch and laugh nervously, "Put those away please. We're gonna get kicked out if anyone sees you with those."
They look between you and the electronic woman a few times before slowly putting their knives away and relaxing their stances.
"Thank you..."
"What is that?" Kili asks, glaring at the ugly jump-scare machine while you walk past it.
"It's a halloween decoration designed to scare people. And it seems like it worked too." You reply easily, looking back at them with a more mischievous smile.
Kili looks around slightly nervously and grumbles defensively, "I wasn't that scared... Uncles screams are what startled me."
"My screams? Kili, let's not lie now, clearly you were horrified." Thorin says disapprovingly, shaking his head.
"Aw, you guys are cute." You purr jokingly, waltzing up to the kids costumes isle.
They stop arguing after that.
You browse through the messy shelves quietly for a little while, trying to find the best ones, when you see a doggie in the cutest ghost costume.
A squeal leaves your lips when you see the cutie pie and you cup your cheeks as an adoring expression comes onto your face.
Without hesitation you hop over to the owner and ask excitedly, "Where did you get that?"
The man with the dog looked up quickly upon hearing your excited yelp and when he saw your exuberant form he smiled too, "I bought it a week ago here. They're near the back."
His answer fills you with joy, and you continue to stare at his pupper for a moment before he says, "You can pet her if you want, she doesn't bite."
He doesn't need to tell you twice.
You kneel down right away and scratch behind her ears, and her tail begins to wag wildly at the attention.
It seems that she likes you just as much, because she takes a seat and leans into you when you scratch her all over like you do with your dogs. It's at that moment when you begin to wonder if she'll fit in your purse.
Before you can finish your calculations and plans on stealing this mans dog you hear someone clear their throat and you realize then that you forgot all about Thorin and Kili.
You turn your head and see the two of them standing there with amused expressions on their faces.
Upon realization that they're watching you, and have been for a little while now, you jump to your feet and feel your face heat up. "I-If you make fun of me I'll leave both of you here." You threaten very unconvincingly, crossing your arms over your chest.
Kili starts to laugh but he doesn't say anything about it, looking at his uncle who also releases a few chuckles of his own.
You glance back at the man and see that he's looking at them, and you realize he probably thinks Kili's short stature is a little odd.
"U-Uh, thanks for letting me pet your dog!" You say quickly, heading back over to the two of them with a blush on your cheeks.
You turn back to the shelves of costumes and the man and his dog walk away, and once their gone you glare at the two of them half heartedly. "You guys are total meanies." There is faux bitterness in your voice when you speak as well, and it only brings more laughter from them.
"I only find it cute." Kili states, smiling good naturedly before continuing, "Every time you see an animal you get very excited."
"Cause I love animals."
"Yes, we can tell." Thorin muses, stepping up next to you to look at the spiderman mask in your hand.
You tap your foot against the ground a few times before putting the mask back.
A ghost costume for Bilbo; check.
That is all.
You literally don't have anything for anyone else, and honestly you're beginning to think that it's impo-
And then another idea hits you.
Class of middle/high-schoolers in a fantasy club. It's farfetched and barely believable, but most people won't say anything about it out of fear of being offensive, so it's perfect!
You don't have to buy them costumes at all (minus Bilbo), all you need is stuff to make them look less like dwarves and more like children pretending to be dwarves.
It sounds easier than it actually is, but you think you can pull it off. All you need is some netting, makeup, wigs, and nose and scar wav and you'll be set.
Once you get this idea you run away from the kids section with the ghost section and head toward the halloween makeup isle, seeking out the items mentioned previously without hesitation.
You find what you're looking for in minutes, and once you've got everything you zoom to the checkout since you're going to need to look up some tips on how to pull this off.
You're so excited you nearly forget to make sure Kili and Thorin are still with you, but once you see them you smile in relief and pay for everything.
Once you're all back in your car, Thorin asks, "I thought we were going to get masks?"
"Well, we were. But then I had an amazing idea consisting of pretending you're all students or something who invested in really expensive dwarf costumes. It's perfect, 'cause no one will ask and we'll get lots of compliments."
Thorin nods his head slowly and puts his belt on like you showed him, but before you go you turn and look at Kili expectantly.
The young dwarf doesn't say anything at first, but when your staring consists he asks slowly, "What...?"
"Put on your seatbelt."
There's more silence until he puts it on, raising an expectant eyebrow at you, "Is that better?"
"Much."
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