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PRETTY BOY // College!Mingyu AU – small purses and labels
"Even if the sky's on fire. Got you here, it's alright, with me ..."
Started off as this prompt: no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable
genre: tooth-aching fluff
this is based on these two requests - one of them i cant find bc i am a disorganized mess but it's from 🎀 and the other is from this anon
"Can you put my keys in your purse?" Mingyu batted his lashes at her, holding his car keys out.
Y/n glanced at his hand and then at the tiny shoulder bag in her hand – raising a brow at him. "I hope you know this literally only fits a lipgloss and my will to live."
Curse the current trend of tiny baguette bags – why must they be so cute yet so small, only able to hold far less than what she could probably stuff into her pockets.
It wasn't that her outfit needed a purse. They were simply getting bagels.
But it did make complete her look, and that was more than enough of an excuse to use it.
"Pleaseeee." He dragged his word.
It wasn't like his keys would take up much space anyways – it wasn't like hers that had multiple unneccesary key chains hanging off of it.
It was literally just his key fob, house keys, and dorm keys. It would take up 4 inches at most.
Taking the set with sigh, Y/n threw it in her purse before holding it out for him.
"What do you want me to do with that?" Mingyu blinked.
"It's heavy now and I don't want to carry it."
"Y/n," Mingyu let out a chuckle. "You can't possibly be ser— yeah okay."
Taking the black bag from her hand, Mingyu slipped the strap awkwardly up his arm – the tiny loop stopping mid-bicep.
"Am I serving?"
The girl let out a laugh, pulling out her phone to snap a picture at how ridiculous her boyf– her friend, looked. "You could have just held it."
"But am I serving?" He repeated, this time placing a hand on his jutted out hip.
"Yes. You served and ate." Y/n rolled her eyes at his antics – he never did stop with his foolishness since they began .... talking.
If anything, it persisted much more – Mingyu revealing more and more of his true self and y/n doing the same.
There wasn't a single day they were together that wasn't filled with laughter – laughs that left tears in their eyes.
"Mingyu?"
A grown woman's voice caught the two's attention – Mingyu mostly, whipping his head at the source of the familiar voice.
"Mom!" His eyes wide.
It wasn't that he was afraid, as if he was caught doing something wrong. No, never that. He was simply surprised – especially considering he lived two cities away and there was no reason for his parents to be in their college town.
"Wha- what are you guys doing here?" He leaned in to place a kiss on each of his parent's cheeks before stepping back to stand next to y/n, who was awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to another.
If he had been any one of her friends, she would have happily stuck her hand out and introduced herself to Mingyu's parents.
But their situation was different.
They were in a grey area. For now, at least.
They were much more than friends; sharing sweet hushed words in the midst of a crowd, their hands naturally gravitating to one another when they walked side by side, his lips finding a home on her forehead whenever he greeted or bid her a goodbye.
But they weren't official either. There was no label.
"This is– um–"
"You must be Mingyu's girlfriend." The older woman cut her son off with a smile. "All we've heard during calls is your name and how wonderful you are."
"Mom." Mingyu warned through his teeth, eyes just as wide as when he first heard her call out for him earlier.
Y/n bit back the smile that threatened to form on her lips.
He talked about her.
Constantly.
More importantly, he addressed her as his girlfriend.
Y/n has always been confident in herself, and she thought she would be the same when it came to dating; but to say she didn't have some doubts in her and Mingyu would be a lie. She knew she wasn't the only one with her eyes set on the six-foot charismatic basketball player; y/n was well aware there are girls dying to be at her spot.
And sure, she may have spent some nights lying awake, thinking of the worst – the blissful past few weeks possibly coming down crashing on her. She was a realist, after all.
Mingyu could have anyone, he could be with that girl in 302 – the smart dark haired girl who seemed to know more about sports than y/n did. The one girl she could have sworn Mingyu had his eyes on before they even established a friendship.
Y/n was just like any other girl. She had her insecurities; one of them including Mingyu's true feelings for her.
Despite the fact that he was very transparent with her.
"Oh, don't act all embarrassed now." His mother waved him off. "You even have her purse up your arm. Young love–"
"Alright, we're going." Mingyu spoke quickly, tugging on y/n's arm – who was now giggling.
"It was wonderful meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim." Y/n stood her ground, despite the boy who was practically begging for the ground to swallow him whole.
"Likewise." His father nodded. "We usually have Sunday dinners, you should come along."
Y/n glanced at Mingyu. "I mean it's only fair, considering how much of my family dinners you've crashed."
"Mingyu!" Mrs. Kim gasped.
"Hey! I was invited by coach!" He cried. "I– I'll bring her along, can we please just be excused? I feel like I'm dying here."
The three of them laughed at the poor boy who cowered behind the girl that was practically half his height – dreading the conversation they were about to have the second they stepped away from his parents.
"Have a great rest of your day, kids." Mr. Kim chuckled.
"Thanks." Mingyu mumbled with a sigh, practically dragging y/n away from his parents.
"Girlfriend, huh?" She laughed as the finally reached the store front.
A suppressed groan was heard from Mingyu, using his hands to cover the redness that began to form on his face.
Y/n wasn't upset, not like what Mingyu thought in his head. In fact, she found the whole interaction, and revelation, to be cute – even more now that he was clearly quite embarrassed.
"Do you refer to me as your girlfriend to anyone else?" She brought her hands up to pull his away from his face – their fingers interlocking once they were at his side.
"Um– everyone?" Mingyu kept his eyes trained on his shoes.
"Sorry– what?" Y/n coughed.
"Well– I, we're heading there anyways and– I promise I do plan on asking you to be my girlfriend. I have it all planned it's romant–"
He was speaking fast.
It was a habit of his when he was either excited or nervous; either way, she found it absolutely adorable. Y/n didn't care to listen to the rest of his rambling, leaning up to place a quick kiss on his lips.
"This was romantic." She smiled up at him.
"Wha–"
"I'm your girlfriend."
Mingyu stood frozen, his brain still attempting to process the soft pillows that made contact with his lips – his fingers reaching up to touch the sticky gloss she had left behind.
Peach vanilla.
"I'm your boyfriend." His voice was small, almost as if he was saying it to reaffirm himself.
"Yes."
"I'm your boyfriend!" Mingyu repeated much louder this time, his lips stretched from ear to ear. "Oh, prepared to be so sick of me."
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"i don't believe in god, so you're the only one to whom i can pray"
cw: prior mcd, brief suicidal ideation
ghost sits in the front pew of a tiny catholic church in russia. his skin prickles underneath his gear, rifle sat next to him on the bench. he shouldnt be here. he shouldnt be sticking his neck out like this when theyre so close to catching makarov. practically at his front door price had said. or was it gaz. he cant remember very many small details right now.
the church has all the same fittings as the one they held johnny's service at. it's much less ornate though. he thinks johnny might have liked this one better. less frills, much simpler than the drawn out affair they'd had in glasgow. ghost sticks his hand in one of the pockets of his tac vest and figets with the warped bullet fragments in it.
his eyes are drawn to a statue to the side of the altar. its of a woman, eyes looking skyward. she's got swords encircling her, something like a halo over her head. he can't remember her name. something about wounds and sorrow. ghost scoffs, fist tightening in his pocket. the shards of metal dig into his palm.
there's a shift in the constant cloud cover outside, and a solitary beam of sunlight shines through a small window behind the altar. it filters perfectly through the stained glass, casting the pew ghost is on in muted reds and blues. he releases his grip on the metal pieces in his pocket and removes his hand from it, slumping in his seat. blessed sunshine. there's something he could worship. after all these weeks, either holed up inside or underground or living under steel grey skies he felt like some kind of prayer of his had been answered.
it gives him an idea. a bad one, but those seem to be the only kind he can come across these days.
ghost pulls off his gloves, one finger at a time, and sets them on the pew. he flexes his fingers and puts them together like he'd seen people do when they were in church, like he'd seen johnny's mother do after he'd told her that her boy would be coming home in a body bag. he shuffles forward and down until creaky knees make contact with creaky wood, and he waits for the words to come.
but they don't. he sits there for long minutes and nothing comes out. the small beam of sunlight dissappears back into the constant grey, leaving him in the half light of the abandoned church again. he drops down to sit on his calves. the backs of his shoes are digging into his ass and the edge of the pew is jabbing into his vest. he should get up. but he doesn't. he can't. if this is it, the end of makarov, what may be the end of ghost himself, he's going to get through to johnny one way or another, even if he has to sit here on his knees for hours to believe in his god.
another idea occurs to him. it's worse than the first. but he's sick of failing, so he tries anyway.
ghost reaches up and pulls his mask off, tossing it into the seat behind him. he regains his earlier posture, kneeling with his legs straight, hands clasped together, looking up through the window like the statue was.
simon opens his mouth. closes it again. shuts his eyes.
"johnny."
his voice is rough with disuse, breaking on the word. he clears his throat, purses his lips. starts again.
"johnny. dunno if you can hear me. all i know you're just dust in the wind now."
he flexes his interlocked fingers, trying to soothe their urge to pull his mask back on.
"i can't pray for you, can't bring myself to. seems selfish, sure but its facts. cause if theres someone up there watchin' then why the fuck wasn't it me instead'a you. man like me ought to croak before a man like you. bloody fuckin' waste otherwise."
simon knocks his forehead to his knuckles and sighs.
"but now i guess. guess i'll trust you to do that. watch my six. always did johnny, always."
he squeezes his hands together.
"we're going after him, soap, no fuckin about this time. we'll get him. i'll get him for you."
his trigger finger twitches.
"help me get him for you. don't let me fall until he does. don't let me breathe my last until his goddamn skull's caved in. please."
part of the weight he's been carrying since that cold day in november slides off him.
"all the shit i do now is for you johnny. woulda left if price hadn't kept chasing the bastard. woulda gone to meet you off the side of that cliff. everything i do is for you now."
he thinks about the mountains of bodies they've gone through to get this close, the rivers of blood that have stained his shoes so badly he's replaced them twice in four months. he thinks about torture sessions that lasted days, men screaming for their mothers in the pitch blackness of underground cells.
he thinks of fights with price he had to be physically dragged away from, about gaz clocking him across the face after simon had said they didn't care their sergent was gone.
"we'll finish the job. whatever state we're in."
" 'n when i blow his brains out i'll think of you."
he blinks his eyes open to find the whole church bathed in sunlight.
#HOLY SHIT I WROTE SUMMAT! MA GET THE CAMERA#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#mw iii#incoming transmission // 📡#fic // 📖
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GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au
I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay
OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.
Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:
Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.
So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah
TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say
I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.
Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.
So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie
Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.
Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.
Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.
But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.
Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs
#oh it feels so good to get this out of my system i have been sitting on this for MONTHS#apologies of it isnt SUPER coherent i never said i was eloquent and i was really just word vomitting my ideas onto the screen#if anyone had any questions or stuff to add i would cry /positive#yeah like yall are so good if you want to take your own spin on this or anything i would love to know so bad#i need to like scream from the rooftops#majoras minecraft au#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#jimmy solidarity#grian#ethoslab#etho#majoras mask#boat boys#smalletho#majoras mask au#trafficblr#moss' madness#i think thats all the tags...?
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POCKET!XIKERS
• PAIRING — reader x pocket!xikers (basically tiny xikers.. look up pocket!bts for a better explanation)
• GENRE — soft, cute, silly, mentions of blood, dizziness.. i think thats it
• WORD COUNT — 638
• AUTHOR'S NOTE — enjoy!
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Minjae ☆
You were studying at your kitchen table
When minjae decided that you were paying too much attention to your studies and not him
So he climbs on top of the laptop, doing various tricks to gain your attention
He feel off </3
You could pick him up and put him in your shirt pocket, playing some soft music as he falls asleep ♡
Junmin ☆
You were playing around with your dog on the couch when you catch junmin peeking out the pillow
And so you got a good idea
Keeping your dog still, you placed junmin on his back
And when your dog started running again, Junmin would get so dizzy
So you pick him up, and pat his head as he grips on your sleeve ♡
Sumin ☆
You come inside your room to find sumin staring at your paint brushes
After watching him jump a few times, you lend him your hand, in which he takes with great pleasure, getting a better look at the brushes
He looks back at you with the most sparkly eyes, silently asking for permission as he puts his hands together
And he was too cute to say no too
And so you waited patiently as he painted your walls, helping him back on your hand whenever he fell off ♡
Jinsik ☆
The calmest member
Hes not, hes just holding onto your index finger for emotional support <3
And sometimes he wants snuggles
So he'd use your hair as a blanket to wrap himself into
Sometimes he'd even hang on your hoodie strings if hes feeling silly ♡
Hyunwoo ☆
The most chaotic
When really, hes just showing his love for you <3
Jumps on your stomach as if its a trampoline
Bites on your finger if you dont give him attention
But when you wake up from your nap, you'd find sleeping peacefully on your chest, the sweetest smile on his face as he snores softly ♡
Junghoon ☆
You fight the urge to squish his cheeks whenever he falls asleep on the hood of your hoodie
Often he wakes up to the smell of your cooking, peeking his head through your shoulder as he watches you cook
And when you turn around and give him a soft pat, a slight blush creeps through his cheeks
Tries giving you a hug but it fails so he just hugs your finger
Give you shy kisses on the cheek whenever you fall asleep ♡
Seeun ☆
You thought that seeun would be a menace
When really he just throws a fit whenever you dont give him attention
So if you scraped your knee, he'd quickly run to get the supplies for you
Everything was twice his size but that didnt matter to him, he was only focused on your recovery
Gives you his signature cheeky smile when hes done ♡
Yujun ☆
"Helps" you cook
When really he just spills flour on himself
You'd find him sitting on a pile of salt
And he'd get so confused on how theres bits of eggshells in his har
And you cant scold him, because hes just too cute ♡
Hunter ☆
Would find you asleep with your books open
So he'd try to close them for you
When really he accidentally pushes over your pencil case and all of its contents fall out, causing you to wake up
Would rush you to bed as he cleans up the mess in a hurry
Tucks you into bed and he squeezes himself in your hold, falling asleep right beside you ♡
Yechan ☆
Way more energetic than the rest
You worry constantly about yechan falling off your shoulder because hes just a ball of energy
He loves it when you scoop him up and rubs your noses together
And would pretend to fall asleep so you would squish his cheeks
But gives himself away with his loud giggles and wide smiles ♡
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HI ITS ME AGAIN good morrow tis i #1murielstan99 im coming out of my anon cage ihtdjvd aaaand uhh for my debut *ushers you into the living room to sit u down on a chair facing a makeshift stage consisting of more chairs a blanket and cardboard boxes. a banner of glued A4 printer paper reads "UR ALL REALLY COOL & I LIKE U THAnk you for tolᵉʳᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍᵐᵉ" in increasingly squished lettering. everything is covered in glitter* ive decided to ✨steal your gig✨ hkhfgdvjgd NO IM SORRY i just wrote you something yippiee!! its tiny i just felt inspired and i got so excited to try it its uh. kinda specific but it came to my head and the ideas just came so fast after i spent like 5 hours on this and didnt even notice them slip by lmao OK ROLL THE CLIP
MC and M6 are walking along a footpath/sidewalk together and along the way they happen upon a whole parade of snails/tiny frogs!!/earthworms/crabs?... (choose your own adventure i guess i cant make up my mind khgxhfx), that came out for a lil sip of the early morning dew, covering up a considerable distance of our duos way. theyre perfectly content to be living their best wet life and blissfully unaware they could get stepped on at any moment when people start to roll out of their houses to carry out their own busy schedules! MC shall categorically not allow that!!! they at first discreetly then with increasing urgency start picking up the little creatures and tossing them to the closest safest space in reach.
Julian: oh worm? yeah hes battled enough leeches in his day to have a good grip on this task. these dont even bite! this is gonna be *grabs snail too hard and hears a crack* OH fu-
some quick healing magic later he decides to observe you for a while at first to figure out the best approach, squatting next to you and fawning over how gentle you are and how many you can fit in your hand. he offers his gloves to you but they dont fit and only make it harder. tries again when he feels more confident and makes his way through the crowded path close behind you
Asra: sits himself down on the grass near you, teases you lovingly about how seriously youre taking your Hero of the Realm job, not letting a single endangered soul go unnoticed under your watch. helps a little, takes a break when his back starts to ache from bending down, gets some more again, feeds some to faust while youre not looking, and one when youre looking for good measure, uses a spell to move them dozens at once to make it faster when the sun starts to get too hot to stay for much longer
Nadia: applauds your devotion to protecting the environment but are you sure this doesnt qualify for an infestation and perhaps we should let natural selection run its course? in the end you spend enough time there for her to get invested too. Doesnt grab any by force, places her hand out and waits for something to catch a ride (in the snail scenario you just stare at her stoically holding the same position while the speciman inches towards her but when it boops into her finger it starts equally slowly turning around (to her hidden but great disappointment))
Muriel: you just give each other a look of determination and nod. commence operation Back in the Wild immediately. youre trained proffesionals, with countless hours of experience on the job gained on your forest patrols while dealing with more worn out mainstream dirtpaths used by a bigger population of people regularly and on early morning trips into town where you have encountered this scenario often enough. you got this covered.
you get your Tools of the Trade (never leave home withoutem) out of your pockets: glass jars magically perma-moistened with water to provide Ultimate💯Slippagge💯Comfort while simultaneously discouraging escape and little thin but blunt sticks (designed & made by the mountain himself) for lifting the snails heads up to get them to peel off the ground so as not to tear their shells off when picking them up/scooping up earthworms to grab them easier and gentler than with your fingers/stopping a tiny frog midjump and blocking it from escaping, try to get it to hop on the stick (thats the hardest one to get right. many attempts and abundant patience needed)/giving a crab the stick to pinch on to neutralize it, pop it in the jar baby
you work with sharp efficiency, well versed in all the techniques and get nearly all the little buddies out of harms way before the sun gets beaming too high & hot and they fry to a crisp. you exchange a fistbump put on your cool sunglasses awesomely and walk off with your back to a bunch of explosions, sick guitar licks and a disembodied "YYYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" audible in the distance. 💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💥⭐🤙🤙🤙🤘🤘life is good
Pasha: well we were kind of in a rush to get to a business meeting, and shes not exactly fond of the pests that she has been locked in eternal combat with in continued efforts to protect her garden, but. aww, they are pretty adorably tiny and helpless! alright lets do this quick! she holds out her skirt/jacket/apron as a container for you to place them into for safekeeping, when you collect them all she promptly YEETS them over onto the nearest green patch as is her signature move when getting intruders off of her prized parsleys & peppers. well. theyre small enough not to take fall damage anyway. you hope
Lucio: he keeps walking, after a minute notices MC lagging back, jogs back to you shouting to ask whats the holdup, proceeds to accidentally step on a snail. after a thorough scolding keeps his distance for a bit, refusing to pick up a single slimy little bastard no thank you hes had enough bad experience with that sort of thing he'll sit this one out. after 20 minutes of grumbling and pacing and watching you pitterpatter to n fro he gets to ground level to observe the critters. why do you even care cmon theyre so teeny weeny. pokes the snails on their lil eyestalks to his great amusement when they squash their faces into themselves. from there we work up to gentle picking up. he retches a lil when he sees you with a whole handful of wormies. hopes to god you didnt see that. you pretend you didnt💕
ok this is slightly less tiny than what i first had in mind and a lot more snail centered than advertised dgkhdtyfg wow you totally cant who i wrote this in mind with no favoritism here no siree anywAy this week was the most fun ive ever had i think. also after writing this i think i can safely say ive decided on a snail familiar for me xDD i can only hope youll enjoy this in some way lmao god i hope theres so weird incomprehensible mistakes i checked it like 27 times i swear ok im clicking send nnnnnnnnnnnnnnoW 321GOAAAHH
@tetsuooooooooooo hi!! I'm so excited to make a new friend!!
And oh. my. WORD, these kinds of scenarios are what makes headcanons some of my favorite fandom things to read! Thank you for sending this, friend, these are priceless and I love them!!! ^.^
The different reaction to the slimy little things, too, it's all too cute for me, and the sunglasses were such a perfect mental image for Muriel's B)
#ask arcana brainrot#the arcana#the arcana headcanons#the arcana hc#asra the arcana#julian the arcana#nadia the arcana#muriel the arcana#portia the arcana#lucio the arcana#the arcana game#the arcana crack#asra alnazar#julian devorak#nadia satrinava#muriel of the kokhuri#portia devorak#lucio morgasson
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WIP Wednesday
tagged by the lovely @kcscribbler regarding the WIP's I'm currently working on.
Hahahahah OH MY GOD THERE'S SO MANY.
Also I have a new rule where I write chaptered fics in full before publishing because that'll take the pressure off yay.
I think the two that are most prominent in my mind (other than McSpirk Month, and the handful of amazing ideas y'all inject into my brain) are impulse, my role-swapped Spirk, and emotionally compromised, my super whumpy Spones/Spirk/McKirk (It really is all of those things separately). That one turned into a fucking UNIVERSE thanks to @ncc1701ohno.
IMPULSE
The sound of voices carries from around a row of plants. Orchids. It’s the first moment he’s noticed them, dozens of them kept in fastidious arrangement. Leaning forward Jim makes to reach for the closest one, the tips of the fingers of his right hand just barely brushing against the silk of the petals.
“Please, do not touch them.” Spock’s directive comes as he steps around the corner, hands clasped as always behind his back.
He looks different than Jim’s ever seen him. He’s draped in robes, but they’re not the formal things he wears to official gatherings or the stark tunics of their uniforms. He looks good. Almost vibrant. Vulcans exist with a line of tension that runs through them, like being strung up by piano wire, and Spock’s has been cut. As a result, his shoulders are slightly more rounded and the cant of his chin is not quite as sharp.
“Sorry.” Jim steps back from the plant, offering a gentle curving of his mouth. “They’re beautiful.”
Spock stops before him, a professional distance away, and observes the orchid Jim had just barely grazed as if checking for damage.”It is of no concern.” Satisfied, he straightens. “It does not appear to have been harmed.
It was obviously of some concern, or Jim could have kept on petting the damn thing. Instead of pointing that out, Jim just puts his hands in his pockets.
Oh neat, he’s got pockets. He’s wearing jeans. He hasn’t worn a pair of those since he’d been enlisted in Starfleet.
EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED
“Tush ah nask dey kod lu.” Nope. That wasn’t right. “Turshah naz va koddle.” Okay, so Leonard's not doing well at this.
He swallows rough, feeling it as red rushes up his neck. Sarek, for his part, remains patient and unbothered, waiting for Leonard to get it right.
It takes a moment to psych himself up as he repeats the words in his head yet again before trying a final time. “Tushah nash-veh k'odu.” Each is spoken with precise articulation, fighting against the gentle curves of his accent, and it takes all of Leonard’s failing brain power but he gets it.
He thinks.
Sarek inclines his head lightly, reaching for the tea which has been set out before him.
“As you are of my house, the informal is more fitting.” Leonard isn’t. Not yet. It makes something in him twist for Sarek to already consider him so. “Tushah nash-veh k'du.”
“Tushah nash-veh k'du,” Leonard repeats, that same fierce intention focused on each and every syllable.
“And I grieve with you, Dr. McCoy.” Sarek sips at the tea and, well, he doesn’t pull a face. But Leonard can see the tiny tightening at the corner of his mouth. He’s gotta be exhausted or Leonard knows nothing would escape at all.
tagging @twinkboimler, @ncc1701ohno, @introvertia, @flippyspoon and @spock-in-awe in a totally non pressure way to see what y'all are up to (because we all know it's gonna be amaaaazing).
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DRUNK!BRANDON DICAMILLO/GN!READER
im on a roll so ima js write until i cant no more, dico brain rot has been so bad so heres a little dico drabble ;))) enjoyyyyy
WARNINGS: drunkness, alcohol mentioned ofc, dico
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one night you were at home. You and the so called “cky crew” had been friends since highschool, u were in the same grade as jess, ryan and dico so u all js kinda bonded. U were in ur 20s now, things were different bc u guys were adults, parties, drinking, sex, it was more common and less exciting. the guys decided to go out and have a “boys night” leaving u and ur cat alone at home, watching ur favorite movie. u ended up falling asleep on the couch only to be woken up around 3:35am by a loud knock at ur door.
u get up half asleep and wobble to the door, wearing only pajamas. u open the door to find bam, ryan and a very obviously drunk dico clinging onto bam for dear life.
bam giggles “yo you gotta take bran hes fucked!”
bam was also drunk but u can tell not as much
“what…” you says groggily
“js take him hes drooling on me!!!” bam shoved him towards you like a ragdoll and he bumps into you, swaying.
bam and ryan leave, ryan driving them away and now u have a drunk dico in ur home.
“y/nnnbnn hiiii!” he slurs, he gives a big goofy smile, cheeks flushes and eyes dilated, oh yea he was FUCKED alright
“hey brandon r u ok? u need some water?” you ask looking at his face
“hmmm ill take another beer!” he says and laughs
u shake ur head and yawn “here sit down and ill get u some water.”
you walk him over to your couch, sitting him down as u walk to the kitchen.
“ayeee what r we watching??” he gasps “i know what we can watch!! u got masters of the universe recorded oh god…i wanna watch ittt.” he starts to ramble as u run a cup under the tap and fill it up
ur cat gives him the stink eye as it watches him ramble, dico looks at it and starts mocking it jokingly. as soon as u walked in and saw him meowing at ur cat u knew it was over.
“listen im gonna go set up my bed, u can sleep in there if u want, or i cant set u up on the couch, im js exhausted right now.” u chuckle ad he looks at u with that wide eyed stare he always does
“hmmmm ill take the bed!” he puts his finger up and you laugh
“ok, come on big guy lets take u to bed.” you put ur hand on his shoulder, still carrying the water as u guide him to your room. he wraps his arm around you getting really comfortable
“wow i can believe ur taking me to bed…” he smirks going to make an obvious sex joke
“yea my bed, alone.” u smile back
the two of u make it to your room and he watches u make the bed, hands in his pockets, he pulled back and got a lot quieter. you put ur stuffed animals back on your bed and turn to him
“only fit for a king!” u joke and point to the bed, he smiles
“thanks y/n, your the literal best ever, best person ever born, i gotta thank ur mom more often” he chuckles
you nod and go to walk out of the room
“actual wait i have a awkward question…..” he looked a little nervous as she slurred his words
u turn to him and waited for his answer
“wanna sleep together?” he smirked
you stopped and looked at him “what??”
“nonono not like that, i feel bad letting u out on the couch…i dont mind sharing the bed.” he scratched his neck
“u dont have a girlfriend i dont know abt thats gonna jump me for sleeping in the same bed as i right ?” u cross ur arms and smirk, u always had a tiny thing for dico but he was one of ur closest friends, so u kept it underwraps
“i pinky swear!” he holds up his pinky
“fineeee” you agree, he jumps into bed, still fully clothed in jeans and a teeshirt, he even still had hid shoes on!
“BRANDON NO GET UR SHOES OFF MY BED!”
“sorry.” he said in a high pitched voice, taking his shoes off and getting under the covers
you followed suit, getting into bed and making urself comfortable, u felt a little awkward but he was ur best friend so, it wasnt that bad. he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, u knew from the soft snores behind u. shifting in bed, u turn to face him, his pretty sleeping face abt a foot away from your own. u smiled, he really was cute, in his sleep he ended up cuddling u, well by cuddling lazily wrapping an arm around you and then when u try to wiggle away he got u in a bear grip
u didnt mind, u gave up struggling and gave in to sleep, cuddling into his touch as u urself fell asleep
his soft breaths being ur lullaby
god u loved him
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HOPE U ENJOYEDDD!! new format bc i wanted this to be more of a story than headcanons, i might make something similar with all the cky guys but idk i guess we will find out :))
#jackass#cky crew#cky x reader#cky4#cky2k#cky3#brandon dicamillo#bam margera#brandon dicamillo x reader#brandon deserves more hype#brandon dicamillo smells#cky clip#Spotify
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you make your own stories!?! omgg
yeah !! heres one i made some a year ago cause i cant find a decent one i made recently lmao
[ 1 ]
Naora moved swiftly from one tree branch to another and glanced around. Something doesn't feel right. she thought, tugging on her hood. She heard the faint sound of rustling and whirled, but to her disappointment, nothing new greeted the eye, but the dark of the night.
"Hey Naora!"
"Holy crap!" she stumbled forward, clawing at the wood, one foot in the air. She slowly turned around. "Tyler." she said in a tone of disgust, rolling her eyes. "You know I could've died if I fell, right?"
Tyler shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked. "But you didn't, right?" he patted her shoulder. "Anyways, it's my shift now to watch over if any humans intrude. Ya know, with my night vision thing,"
"Wow, so cool. Night vision thing." Naora muttered sarcastically.
"It's better than having a tail. I mean, what does it even do? whap people in the face?" Tyler said, squatting down and pointing at the furred tail curled behind her left leg, peeking out her dress. She whipped it at his eye. "Agh!" he shrieked, holding his face. "I think I'm blind!"
"You did say it could whap people in the face, and it did."
"Ahh, whatever. One blind eye is probably better than having to poke a hole in your underwear so your tail fits out."
"Don't go there," Naora snorted. "I'm out. Have fun on your shift, night vision guy."
"Right. G'night, tail girl."
she gave him a slight shove and climbed down the branches, then hopped down at the very last step. "Naora," she heard. "What's wrong, Ki?" she asked. A girl a few inches shorter than her with unusual yellowish skin and curled, orange hair and fierce eyes with slit pupils stared up at her. "We've had several suspicions of a human wandering out here." she said seriously, crossing her arms. "You and me were assigned to find it."
"s'that so?" Naora rested her fingers on the handle of her dagger. "Let's hunt it down, then."
"I have no idea why I had been assigned with you, you who holds no strength, no intelligence." Ki sighed. "All you do is yada yada around here with your face-whapping tail, and yes. I saw that."
"Hey, atleast I have dagger skills."
"Whatever. For now, go to sleep to get ready for tomorrow."
"Noted." Naora passed by Ki and into a campsite-like place. She seated herself on a fallen log, decorated with plants growing out of it and watched the little girl Maria flap her colorful wings, reaching up into the sky and raising her arm up as if touching the stars and giggling, Roger chow down steak, his wolf ears twitching furiously at every little sound Maria makes, and everyone else. Terry and Cherry, the rabbit siblings began quarreling about whether lava was a liquid. Klara stepped forward, pushing them apart from each other. "Now, now, you two." she said with a gentle voice, smiling softly. "war makes it worse."
Naora sighed, sinking into her seat and closed her eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep.
[ 2 ]
"Naora! Naora! Ki! Roger! Everyone, wake up!"
Naora drowsily opened one eye, then another. It was still dark, the sky like a black canvas with tiny dots of white. Someone shook her. She looked up. "What do you want, Ty...?" she yawned. Ki was up, too, concern etched on her face. "Yes. What is the problem?"
Roger snorted awake. The bunny siblings were curled up, snoring. Klara was still asleep. But someone was missing...
"Maria's missing!"
Naora sat up. "What?"
"Weren't you on shift!?" Ki gasped, stumbling to her feet. Klara immediately opened her eyes as if she hadn't just been snoring lightly. Roger gritted his teeth. "Yeah. Weren't you on shift?" he growled. Tyler laughed nervously. "Well you see..." he shrugged. "I may have dozed off a little..."
"You're a half-cat, Tyler, you're supposed to be hyper energetic at night or something!" Klara yelled. Terry shuffled in his sleep, his bob tail twitching slightly. Ki buried her face in her hands. "This is why I don't allow people like you to go on shift..."
Naora's tail shivered. "Geez, stop stereotyping me!" defended Tyler, crossing his arms. "Look, we're wasting time. If we wanna save Maria from some killer human thing, we gotta be fast."
"Got a point there." Naora muttered. Without another word, Ki grabbed her leather bag and ran off. Klara picked the two little siblings up, still asleep, and followed behind her. Roger followed, too. Naora glanced at Tyler and shook her head. "You messed up real badly." she whispered, catching up with the others. "It must be that stupid human that wandered off here." Ki growled, balling her hands into fists. "I'll absolutely kill every single one of their kind."
"How do we know where we're going?" mumbled Tyler into Naora's ear. She harrumphed and walked faster to get away from him. He frowned. Even her, he thought. She pulled on her hood then looked down. "Wait!" she said. They all froze. She bent down and touched the ground, then rubbed her index finger with her thumb. "Fairy dust..." she gasped. "Maria was here!"
Ki joined Naora, squatting down next to her. She squinted at the ground hard. "She's right. There's a trail."
They all exchanged glances, and as if sharing the same mind, hurried to follow the trail of sparkling fairy dust. "Guys? what if this is a trap, though...?" Klara said, her breath shaky from carrying two children (still not awake) and running. Ki placed her hands on her hips. "If it is, we can still outsmart those dumb humans."
"Hey... guys? the trail stops..." Tyler walked up to a tree bark and pressed his palm on the ground. "The trail stops here-"
a net exploded from the leaves, caging Tyler. His eyes went wide. "Tyler!" screamed Naora, rushing to him. Ki grabbed her wrist. "Imbecile. It will get both of you trapped." she scolded, gesturing to another net hung sneakily in the leaves.
Klara slumped down, breathing hard, placing the two children down on the ground. "How do they sleep for so long?" she muttered. Roger's ears perked up, and he sniffed the air. "Do you guys 'ear that?"
"Their snoring?" Klara muttered, staring at Terry.
"Hear what, Roger?" Ki let go of Naora's wrist. Roger continued to prance around, nose in the air. "It's like... a little kid cryin'... and it smells like..."
he gasped. "Maria!"
"Is no one gonna help me here?" Tyler complained, clawing on the net. Klara patted Cherry on the head and chased over Roger along with Ki. Tyler gave a hopeful look to Naora. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "How'm I supposed to get you down, o night vision guy?"
"Your dagger, of course!"
"And how am I supposed to get up there?"
"It's simple, really..."
[ 3 ]
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, not at all am I gonna risk Cherry and Terry's life for yours."
"C'mon, tail-girl."
"I'm not gonna do that." Naora crossed her arms and glanced at the two children, still huddled up on the ground. Light was peaking out from the sky, it was turning five in the morning. The others had to find Maria. Tyler stuck his bottom lip out. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?" he pleaded.
She couldn't help but snicker. "you look seriously stupid right now."
"I could look stupid more often for you if you helped me down."
Okay, that crossed her mind the wrong way. She felt her face heat up and looked away. "Fine, whatever."
she gently shook Terry and Cherry awake. "Hey, you guys."
They slowly opened their eyes, stretching, yawning. "Where are we?" Cherry asked. Naora definitely didn't want to explain the whole thing. "Er... Tyler's stuck in a net and I uh..." she fiddled with some of her own stray hair. "I need you to go climb up there with my dagger and slice the net. It's okay if that's too hard for you."
Terry picked himself up along with Cherry, who crossed her arms. "Too hard?" she mused. "I don't think so."
Without a moment to spare, they both climbed up, fast as a flash, and was already on top. "Wait- you forgot the dagger-" Naora called. They ignored her and bared their fangs, biting into the string. Soon, the net was held up by one single thread, on the urge of breaking. Terry sank his teeth into it, and The net fell apart, and Tyler fell out. "Agh!" he rubbed his head, but then saw the look of awe on Naora's face and grinned. "See?"
"how did they not get caught by the net?"
"They're too fast to get caught."
"Remind me again that they're rabbit children."
Terry and Cherry dusted themselves when they got off. "Can you tell us where we are now?" they asked in unison.
Naora stiffened. "Oh... uh..."
. . .
Ki chewed her bottom lip. "Roger, are you sure you know where-"
"Quiet down- will ya? I'm tryna focus!"
Klara sighed. "Do you guys think Terry and Cherry'll be safe with-"
"Those two nuisances, Tyler and Naora? nah, course not." Roger groused. "Will you stop interrupting everybody?" Ki barked.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, bossy."
"Talk about bossy..." Ki whispered under her breath. She heard a faint sound of weeping. Roger's ears twitched. "She's somewhere near." he said, pushing through a bush. Klara spat on the ground, rubbing her tongue off. "I think I swallowed an ant..." she mumbled. Noises of screaming got louder to the point Roger had to pop his fingers in his sensitive ears. "Yup. Definitely Maria."
Ki's eyes sharpened. She gestured forward. "I see her."
They glanced at each other and ran. "Maria!" Klara gasped, staggering forward to the girl. Fresh cuts and bruises were everywhere on her body. A tight knotted rope dug into her wrists, and her legs were tied together, wings sliced. She gasped and sputtered, whined but couldn't form words. "What happened?" Ki asked, trying to untie her, trying not to be harsh, trying not to hurt her. Roger's ears quivered. Then his eyes grew wide. He tackled Ki, pulling her back. "Watch out!" he yelled. An arrow flew in the air where Ki had been. "I can manage by myself." Ki said as she pushed herself off him. Klara looked around in panic. "Are we being targeted?" she squeaked. Roger nodded. "We gotta go-"
"But what about Maria?" Klara said. "We just leave her here? like some maniacs?"
Ki's jaw tightened. "If we don't go, we'll-" she cut herself short. "Watch out Klara!"
Klara jerked her head southwards in search for any danger. An arrow came from the opposite direction. Roger lunged forward, but missed the arrow. It pierced through Klara's right arm, a clean shot. She howled in pain, clutching her shoulder. Maria screamed out. Ki gasped. Roger stared. Klara turned to Maria, breathing unsteady, and kept her fingers stumbling to untie the complicated knot as if she had not been shot. "Klara!" Ki said, pushing herself down, barely missing a flying arrow. "We can't leave a little girl in here... yet..." Klara breathed. Roger staggered backwards, an arrow merely missing his head. "We've got to GO!" he urged. "We'll all die!"
"No," Klara said, finally getting the rope off the little girl's wrists, pulling off the cloth tying her legs together. "Run."
Ki slung her arm around Klara and supported her up. Klara shook her head, sinking back down. "We can make it with you!" Ki insisted. Roger sighed and picked up Klara, set her on his back and gestured to Maria. "Minion girl, you take care of her."
Ki made an offended noise. "Minion? How?" she took the little girl by her waist and made an effort to not touch any of the scars.
"'cause you're yellow." he shrugged. "And short."
"..." Ki glared at him before running off, dodging arrows. A woman peeked out from the shadows and trees, barely in sight. Only her brown hair pulled up in a ponytail was seen, her face, however, was masked. Her arm was poised, ready to shoot another arrow. It was aimed at Roger. "Roger, I see the human. It's about to shoot you," Ki warned, glancing at the little girl in her arms. "You guys... are gonna die..." Klara muttered in Roger's ear as he swerved for a right. "I do love myself a motivational message." Roger grunted, struggling to keep Klara on his back. The human slowly vanished from view. "Where're we running to?" Ki asked.
"Hey, I'm following you!" Roger said. "How'm I supposed to know where you're running to?"
Ki rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I don't know where we're headed."
"You've lived in this forest the longest. How'd you not know your surroundings?"
"Well, I never did try exploring out here."
A blinding light shot through the trees. Roger shielded his eyes. "Where- where are we?"
Ki brought her long-nailed hand up and tore through the keep out tape, studying the new surroundings. Ki stumbled back. "Oh no, no. We can't be here..."
Roger glanced at her terrified look. "What? why?"
"Because..."
[ 4 ]
Tyler didn't know why she was still mad. Naora kept avoiding him. Terry and Cherry seemed to recognize the tension and kept quiet the whole walk. It was just silence, before Tyler broke it. "Why're you still mad at me?" Tyler sputtered. Naora stopped walking, but didn't meet his gaze. "You put Maria's life on the line. Who knows? maybe all of 'em are dead by now 'cause of you." she said glumly.
Tyler frowned. "But when I was stuck in the net, you were completely fine."
"What? you want me to get you stuck in another net?"
"Then would you forgive me?"
Naora looked away. "It shouldn't be me you're saying sorry to." her tail was lowered down. Her gaze averted to the sky. "I really hope they're okay."
. . .
"This is not okay."
"I didn't know angels looked so angelic..."
"What?"
Roger slipped Klara down his back and pressed his sweaty palm against her forehead. "She's going to die." he said, in a-matter-of-fact voice. "I didn't know that," Ki grumbled. A lake laid before them, green instead of clear. The smell of grass was strong, almost unbearable. Gloomy leaves hung down tree's thin barks. Ki laid Maria down on the grass. She coughed into her fist, blood spilling out. It dripped down her chin and on her stained and ripped clothing. "Klara's seein' angels," Roger said, with what seemed like genuine concern laced in his words, for the first time.
He touched the arrows stabbed in her arm, then lightly attempted to pull. She yelled out in pain, grabbing his wrist. "Don't." she whispered.
Roger's ears pricked up, and suddenly, he cupped Klara's mouth, and pressed his finger to his lips. Ki picked up on this, pupils dilating gradually.
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"doctor." a pause, blinking at the tired figure of the shorter male. "doctor, are you awake?" mali asked once more, brows slightly furrowed as she awaited the other's response. "i have something i want to give to you." her voice carried barely any inflection, though, she still seemed somewhat awkward with the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. brown irises avoidant of his gaze as he finally seemed to be conscious, though, other than that? inexpressive as ever.
without further ado would the idol offer the male a glance at the felted creation she had made specifically for him. a small bag in which a white cat was sleeping, quite fitting in mali's opinion. "the cat is more of a placeholder . . . but i wanted to give you something that can be useful to you. maybe for small trinkets or glasses?" in any case, she seemed a bit more at ease now that she's given him the gift. "happy valentine's day." (for sleepy ofc!)
𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝. // ALWAYS ACCEPTING
He seemed to perk up at her voice. He had previously just been standing out in the middle of the area they were in. His hands rested in his coat pockets as his head seemed to cant up toward the sky. His hair flowed in the breeze, his body swaying slightly as if he was just basking in the moment. When Mali finally approached him and spoke to him, his body directed its full attention toward her, his head tilting toward her direction slightly. He didn't get a chance to speak before she held out what he held. He took the soft felted item in his hand, and for the first time, ever...
Mali watched his smile drop.
She saw him open his eyes. They were a soft color... almost like a sort of peachy orange. When they were opened, he seemed about as awake as anyone who would be awake in the middle of a sunny afternoon. It was like all of his energy levels had been suddenly turned up. He stared at this tiny felted object like it was the most important thing in all of creation. She watched him dig into his coat and pull out a small cylindrical device. It seemed to be so buried deep into his jacket pocket that digging for it was inconvenient. He then opened his coat up, looking for a place inside of it that was more convenient... and then he placed the felt object against that area of his coat's interior.
His screwdriver, with a simple click of the button, seemed to sew the pouch onto the inside of his coat. He made sure it was tight, making sure it wasn't going anywhere. Then, when it was fully in there, he slid the screwdriver next to the cat. This could give someone the impression that the screwdriver was being held by the cat. The Doctor then pulled his coat shut and looked up at Mali with that bright smile. This time, though, his eyes being half-lidded while he smiled made... him look very passionate about his next statement.
Softly, he reached to grab her hand. With both of his, he brushed at her fingers very gently and intertwined their fingers. His voice, when he spoke, was so genuine. "Mali..." He spoke, letting her name hang on the air for a moment. He looked young, that much was evident— but the way he looked at her right now... he seemed so old. However, she had made this old man very happy. "Thank you..." He beamed, before pulling her down lightly. She was still taller than him, and he wanted to give her a little kiss on the cheek.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Darlin'."
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Bless. I have a little more p5 g/t for you. Akeshuake focused because i LOVE THEM.
These are all taken from my little idea folder thing, so some of them have dialogue/are story based and some of them are just little concepts.
(P5R SPOILERS)
⭑ “Here, you’ll have to stay in my pocket today.”
“What…?” Akechi growls. “I am not doing that.”
“You dont have a choice, Akechi. You have to come to school with me somehow.” Akira huffs.
“B-but can’t I just… can’t you hold me, or something?” The brunette adjusts his clothes anxiously, but he still glares tiny daggers into the giant.
Akira shakes his head. “I cant risk you getting crushed, or someone seeing you. I’m sorry. Its just for today, until we can get the group together to fix this.”
Akechi hesitantly agrees and Akira helps him climb into his chest pocket. All day at school, Akechi can feel the boom of Akira’s voice, the way his hand clutches his pocket every so often to ensure Akechi is still there. He feels so protected, and he’s never felt that way before. Eventually, in the middle of class, Akira opens his pocket to see a tiny, tiny akechi asleep in there. He audibly awwwwes until Morgana and Ann ask him what he’s looking at.
⭑ Akira being referred to as a gentle giant is the best thing ever like yes! He is a pretty giant boy! Giant Akira gazing downwards, his big eyelashes, his powerful, strong fingers that could crush with little effort, but his gentle touch. His feet crashing into the ground and sending people stumbling, but so incredibly careful not to crush anyone accidentally. Gentle boy with his tiny leblanc family and his tiny thieves and his tiny rival
⭑ Akechi picking up tiny Joker and mumbling “Now, what am I going to do with you…?” Is SO GOOD
⭑ Akechi chooses against killing akira au. He realizes Akira can be a great help in taking down Shido. However, he needs to get him out of that damn interrogation room. Years of work on a certain device has given him a solution.
“Hello. Im here to rescue you.”
“Akechi…” akira breathes, dumbfounded. “You came for me.”
“There’s no time for your brainless sentimentality. Sorry for this.” He aims a strange looking ray gun at him, before-
Akira blinks, groaning. “What…” he tries to gather his bearings, before realizing that a giant, gloved hand is coming towards him. He screams in horror as he realizes that he’s been shrunk!! The hand wraps around him tightly, the leather rubbing against his skin as he kicks his legs in a panic.
“Quiet, you little thief! You’re going to get us found out!” Akechi puts a finger to Akira’s mouth. Akira weakly nods in pure fear, before Akechi drops him in his pocket.
⭑ On that note. Goro with a shrinking function in his ray gun!
⭑ Giant goro petting akira absently without even realizing he’s doing it, or, pretending so. Telling him he’s a cute little thing. Akira leaning into his gentle, but enormous touch. His hand batting goro’s enormous finger away when he starts poking and prodding him teasingly. Akira sleeping in goro’s glove. <3
⭑ Tiny bullets ricocheting off of Goro’s black mask gauntlet because he dropped his enormous hand in front of Joker and Violet to protect them from shadows in Maruki’s palace ^-^
⭑ Staying on the Maruki thought, Akechi showing up to Leblanc in that first little bit of the third semester, except he’s absolutely enormous, to the point where he can barely fit a foot into the tiny alleys of Yongen-Jaya. He gets Akira’s attention by knocking on his window with the back of his knuckle. Akira practically leaping out of his window to see him, and Akechi picks him out of his window by the back of his shirt. Blah blah Maruki made him big so Akira would be obsessed and too happy to reject the false reality blah blah I would be happy with a giant akechi too
⭑ Satanael Joker with clouds circling his horns because he’s just so big. Scooping all of the thieves into one hand because they’re so small and pressing them ever so gently to his chest in a hug. He laughs softly and it feels like an earthquake to everybody around him. Shooting Yaldabaoth in the head himself YAY!
i have majorrr anxiety so This is so scary but i feel so validated in my ideas thank you all mwah mwah <33
#giant/tiny#g/t#persona 5 g/t#yay! giant akira!#i hope my writing isnt confusing to read oh man#wtf happened to the formatting
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Shade Lord Ghost Drabbles: Poisoning a God?
Summary: Augh! Ghost cooking! Now i cant stop thinking about a part 2, where maybe some random Bug similary to ones from previous chapters arrives few months later in Hallownest (after ghosts feasts become a regular thing-), hears of the void god („oh no! They’re void and a god so they must be evil!”) and comes up with a plan to poison ghosts meal (ah yes, poisoning a god) or just doing a good Xero on them, but when he arrives at the feast the big chair (i dont belive ghost would like having a throne-) is empty, thinking ghost is trying to have a grand entrance or smth he waits only for ghost to exit the kitchen and start putting plates infront of everyone and the only meal they eats himself (they a god so they doesnt need to eat) is some cookies Survivor or Hornet made for them
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A god that hosted feasts, even if only occasionally as the mood took them, seemed too good to be true. Not because it was kind, many gods outwardly – and even sometimes genuinely – displayed kindness to their followers, but because it left them so open. The easiest way to kill someone more powerful than oneself after all was with poison. And the easiest way to administer poison other than being their cook was during a bustling feast.
It could far too easily be a trap. The Shade Lord was fishing for someone trying to poison them to make an example of. Or they were naive and hadn’t thought someone might consider such a thing and/or were just that confident in their power. If so, it was a well earned confidence if what Mari had heard about them was true. Even well-founded confidence could be exploited though, making it his best bet. All he could really do was hope it didn’t turn out to be a trap.
The hardest part was procuring a poison that not only would work on such powerful beings but was also strong enough to kill a god in a dose small enough to be easily hidden on one’s person. But being a goddess’ personal assassin had many benefits, one of which was access to such magic infused poisons.
Mari barely restrained the urge to finger that little vial hidden in a tiny pocket he’d sewn into his scarf; his disguise for fitting in with the Shade Lord’s followers. Almost everyone at the table wore one as they were supposed to represent the Shade Lord’s tentacles or something like that. Regardless it had been enough to get Mari in without suspicion, landing him the coveted spot next to the large chair that presumably the Shade Lord would sit in upon their arrival. With how early he’d have to arrive for this seat, the wait had been long but the table was full now so it had to be over soon.
The Shade Lord would arrive in a big showy hubbub that would cover up Mari’s slipping his little surprise into their food. It was almost too easy, hence his current nervousness. Was luck on his side or was everything about to go wrong? If so would he be able to get himself out even with his goddess’ assistance?
Worrying about it wasn’t doing him any good though. So he pushed those thoughts aside once more and went back to patiently waiting. He wasn’t as good at that as he should be given how long he’d been doing this so probably the practice was a good thing.
Finally, after what felt like another eternity had passed, that patience was rewarded. The Shade Lord came out, sliding along on a cloud of void fog and tentacles. Atop their head sat one of their supposed siblings; a hollow shell filled with animated void. Their four hands and a series of raised tentacles held plates piled with various dishes.
The hubbub mainly came from the followers raising to greet their god – Mari joining them in that of course – as the Shade Lord laid out the plates. No one took anything from them until the Shade Lord placed themselves in the chair at the head of the table. So close to Mari the cold emptiness that made up their being sent a chill through him.
He fought it off as he waited for them to pull some of that food they’d laid out back to themself. But… they didn’t. They just sat there while everyone else started eating.
“Is it good?” Their voice was deep and hollow of emotion.
“It is divine as always your Graciousness.” Keeping his gaze firmly on his own plate, the Shade Lord in his periphery, Mari didn’t see who spoke but their voice was dripping with admiration for their god. Their ‘review’ would be worthless because of it, everyone’s here would be. The Shade Lord wouldn’t care though, like most gods they just wanted praise.
And that’s exactly what they got as others in the crowd piped up with similar praise. To fit in, Mari did so too. It wasn’t even false praise either, it tasted good, surprisingly so.
Maybe now the Shade Lord would partake. It’d be harder to slip the poison in with most of the hubbub having died down but still possible with how close he sat to them.
Except they hung around for a few more minutes before moving off the chair and leaving. Damn it!
“Why didn’t the Shade Lord eat any of it?” Mari asked to the bug sitting next to him.
“Oh, they almost never do. I don’t think they can taste anything.”
“Why do they bother to cook feasts then?” Why would someone who made a feast not partake in the fruits of their labor? Especially it had to be to impress their followers, something they’d do better at if they stuck around with them for longer.
“For fun.”
Mari took a breath to ask ‘what kind of god does things just for fun’ but bit back on it. That would reveal him as an outsider and thus raise suspicions. There was no way it was just ‘for fun’ though because that was stupid. Though really the why of it didn’t matter nearly as much as it making Mari’s poison plan that much more difficult to pull off. He’d have to figure something else out.
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#his tiny hand around the mic🥺🥺#he tinie you cant change my mind#him n minimini could just fit inside my pocket#uwuwuwu#i lov#mb
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My grian designs from oldest (2019) to newest (2022)
the 1st image is from 2019, its my only drawing of grian from that time. i then kinda took a 2 year break from drawing him haha, the next 2 images are from 2021 and the last pics are from this year. As you can see, he gets more bird-y and i think thats nice.
kinda of a break down of the designs under vvvv
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2019 - i basically drew his skin how most people drew him around that time, i wasnt super in to hermit at that time so i didnt bother making a better design.
2021 (1) - i finally got in to hermit craft again around season 8 where the moon was being silly, and that was the time where grian had the tired skin. I went with parrot wings since theyre majorly popular in the fandom. i gave him his usual clothes just more roughed up. he has a purple ring in his eyes to represent the witcher part, just mostly subtle.
2021 (2) - space grian ! never finished drawing like the previous one but there is a tiny change, the wings. It was then where to boatem crew landed in void/space/whatever. i like the idea of grians wings being able to shapeshift to whatever he needs (thanks to that one fic on ao3 about grian shifting his wings to diffrent species. if i find it again ill link it here), and since he’s a watcher in a way, i thought his wings would become more spacey with starts ! . this is pretty much for this one
2022 (1) - MAJOR upgrade from the last one. i made it around the break between season 8 and 9. I wanted to go for more avian/birdy side of him in this one, hence the 2 wings on his head. I decided to abond the parrot wings, mainly cause it just didnt fit the grian in my head. His wings are not really designed after a particular bird, i just made them look closer to his hair color (they also got silly eyes in them to once again refrence the watchers).
He has more feathers on his face/along his body, which most you cant see but trust me its there. His eyes still have the watcher ring color.
His clothes changed too, i dumped the sneakers and his older pants. I gave him strong high calf shoes where he can tuck his pants legs in lawl. He has more bags/pockets stuff to carry his stuff inside (its like the inventory just with more logic to the real world.) there is feathers sticking out of his shoes for whatever reason.
I was originally planning on giving him bird feet and claws but i didnt know how to draw it so i went with covering his hands with the sweater, and giving him normal legs.
2022 (2) - Ah yes, the actual bird-yfiction of grian. The clothes stayed pretty much the same, i just gave him a pair of glasses that were inspired by my good friends @he1ian grian design. I made him way shorter and this time went and gave him bird legs and “claws” (glorified long black nails lol).
His hair has became longer, which he can now put in to a ponytail. He has trinkets from his friends on the bag (which i will draw more clearer one day), red scrape of fabric from mumbos tie and a moon charm from pearl. (there will be pins, one will have vote for mumbo, the other one will be the sarah pin and etc. mainly memories from past seasons and other stuff ^_^)
I deleted one pair of bags from his pants due to him now being shorter. If you compare his height to my scar design his head is somehwree under scars shoulder. OH YEAH he also has a tail now For whatever reason.
THE END ! if anyone read this thank you ur the best i hope you enjoyed my ramblings of a mad man.
#groza fanart#groza art#hermitcraft grian#grian#grian fanart#hermitcraft fanart#hc grian#hc grian fanart#groza rambles#character design#i like rambling about hermits#hermitcraft
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MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV
"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."
"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."
gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."
about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."
"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."
thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."
because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"
"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."
"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."
"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."
"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."
"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."
"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."
"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."
"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."
"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."
"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."
"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."
after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."
gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."
"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."
"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."
"aw yeah, its big boi season."
about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."
"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."
"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"
"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."
"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."
"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."
"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"
"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"
"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."
"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."
"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."
"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."
"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."
"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."
"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."
after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."
after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."
"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."
"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.
"that man is a weeb, isnt he."
"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."
"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."
"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."
screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"
after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."
"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"
"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"
"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."
"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."
"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."
she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."
"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."
"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."
"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."
upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"
"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."
"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."
"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."
"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"
#aew double or nothing#aew#all elite wrestling#brian cage#hangman adam page#jon moxely#eddie kingston#young bucks#the acclaimed#dark order#penta el zero m#anthony ogogo#lio rush#miro#lance archer#dr britt baker dmd#hikaru shida#darby allin#sting#orange cassidy#kenny omega#pac#tony schiavone#stadium stampede#bryce remsburg#wardlow#mark henry#shit my gf says
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Politeness Is Deceiving Part II
Gif credit @multi-goodness.
Requested by @angel0135. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the request.
Taglist @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @angel0135.
Warning: Daddy kink. Spanking. Collars. Slight choking.
Getting two coffees, one for you and one for Antonio as you headed to the station. Antonio called you and said he had a surprise for you. You couldnt wait, you always love his surprises.
Coming up the steps you didnt hear anyone so you figured they left and you would wait on them. Going to Antonio's desk, you sat down the coffees and placed your purse on the desk. About to sit down, you felt a hand on the back of your neck.
"Bend over the desk". The voice gave you shivers. It was Antonio.
You sucked on you bottom lip as you leaned over the desk without question.
"Good girl". Antonio growled in your ear as he bent over, his knee forced your legs apart. His hand slid up the side of your thigh, rounding your ass and leaving a smack to your right ass cheek.
"Mmm". You purred as he rubbed the stringing sensation away.
"You like when daddy spanks you"? He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled your head up to his chest. His hips pressed into your backside.
"Yes, sir". You began circling your ass on Antonio's cock. You could feel it began to poke you through his jeans.
"Do you want your surprise"? Antonio let go of your hair and backed away from you. Before you could protest he was back.
"I got this made especially for you. To show you that I love you so dearly". Antonio put his arm around your neck and slid on a necklace that had a heart with a lock.
"Awe, daddy. I love it". You squealed as your felt your neck. You had always talked about getting a necklace that reminded you of Antonio.
"I'm glad you do. This way you know you're mine and everyone else knows as well. My initials are there to warn off men that think they have a chance". You smirks.
"Thank you daddy". You leaned up and kissed his lips.
"Mmm. I got one too". Antonio pulled out his dog tags.
"Ooh, baby. You look so sexy". You purred, grabbing his dog tags and bringing hid face to your lips.
Antonio chuckled as he was released. "The key to your lock is inside my dog tags". Antonio pulled at the bottom and out came a tiny key that fit perfectly in your lock.
"I love it. I love you so much".
"There's more". Antonio held up his finger as he pulled out a box from his jacket. "This is for you to wear when we are alone. Your outing wear and your house wear". Antonio chuckled opening the box.
"Oh my gosh, its beautiful daddy". You gushed as you took the choker from the box. The choker was black lace with a red bow. It had Antonio's named engraved and daddy's little girl on the back.
"I love it so much. Thank you". You hugged him.
"Anything for you, my baby girl". He kissed your head.
You wanted to celebrate right then and there. The idea crossed both of your minds. Antonio taking you right there on the desk and fucking you into oblivion. You wanted to suck on Antonio's cock so bad, you felt your mouth fill up with drool.
"Antonio"! You both heard Jay come up the stairs with the others. Antonio quickly grabbed the choker and stuffed it in his jacket pocket.
"Oh, hey Y/N. What are you doing here"? Adam eyed you as he came out from behind Jay.
"I had to ask Antonio about some supplies for the gym". You smiled sweetly, keeping eye contact with Antonio.
"Ah okay".
"Cute necklace". Erin came over and played with your necklace.
"Thanks. It was a gift. From my daddy". You blurted out. Antonio sighed, hiding his face with his hand.
"Awe how sweet. Your father sent you that"? Erin asked.
"Sure".
"What's A.D meaning"? Adam came over and looked at it.
"Adorable dearest". You smiled. That was the first thing on the top of your head.
"Cute". Adam nodded and went to his desk.
"Y/N, was just about to leave. I'm going to walk her and then I'll be back". Antonio put his hand on your back. You grabbed your bag.
"Nice seeing you all again". You smiled and waved.
As you two headed down the stairs. Adam spoke up. "There's something going on between those two, mark my words. Just cant put my finger on it". You scratched his head. The others laughed.
"That was a close one". Antonio said opening your car door.
"Yeah. Maybe we should tell them we're dating"?
"Maybe. But for now I want you all to myself". He playfully growled pulling you to him and kissing your neck.
"Oh let me change". You said quickly, taking the choker out of Antonio's jacket and switching your necklace with Antonio's help.
"Perfectly beautiful". He held your neck, lovingly.
"I'm so glad I'm with you". You wrapped your arms around him.
"Me too baby girl. Me too".
"I'll have to properly thank you when we get home". You smirked into Antonio's chest.
"Yeah. That's a good idea". Antonio chuckled, running his free hand down your back and then to your backside. Grabbing a handful of ass.
"Well, maybe we have time". You laughed as you got down on your knees right there in the car garage. Antonio hummed when you undid his zipper and pulled out his semi-hard cock.
Antonio grabbed a handful of your hair as you went to bob your head. Taking his cock further down your throat. Gagging sounds made Antonio smile.
Drool dripped down your chin as you took him all. Pulling back to breath.
"Such a good girl for daddy". Antonio pulled you up by your collar and roughly and tonguely kissed you. His hand grabbed your face.
"Yes, sir". You moaned into the kiss.
"Fuck. Get in the back seat". Antonio ordered. As you turned around Antonio slapped your ass. He followed you into the back. Luckily there wasn't anyone around. Work would have to wait. He had to take care of his girl.
The necklace and choker.
Found pics on pinterest. Credit to owners.
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