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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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ari i’m curious do u have kenny hcs

RIKO U HAVE NO IDEA THE MONSTER UVE UNLEASHED.....

i do have some kenny hcs <333 take a seat here's a snack we’re gonna be here for a while 🧁🧃 (THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME <3 this man genuinely makes me feel ill im sooo delusional abt him)

okok so first of all; general hcs !!

he likes art!! loves art!! this one is canon to me i just think he is so interested in any and all of humanity’s creative outlets and ofc art is the most prominent one. he loves all different forms of art — from sculptures to paintings to writing to video games (HEAVY on the latter btw i think he's so entranced by new technology) and so on.

and on that note!! i think he paints and writes himself :3 hes been alive for so long, learned so many languages, there's no way he didn't have time to pick up a paint brush. i think he paints to release stress!! and his styles vary but there's something mildly macabre abt all of his pieces. tends to gravitate towards expressionism above all else, especially the abstract kind.

i also feel like he sincerely enjoys ”bad” art like low budget movies and modern romance fiction and goofy video games…… he just thinks they're fun. def gets a good laugh out of them (this man canonically had a whole comedy phase he just wants to have fun!!)

and and and!! this is self indulgent as hell but i also think he cooks. there's just so much to learn when it comes to different cultures and their cuisine and i think they all interest him. but i hesitate to say that he's a good cook bc i feel like he’d make really weird fucked up food combinations just for the hell of it…. he's a freak. 100% the type to mix orange juice w black coffee just to see how it tastes.

i also hc that he has a soft spot for children, seeing as he literally carried and birthed one of his own LMAO... i just think he admires the innocence of childhood !! that childish and simple hope that adults tend to lose. he's very good w them too!! gentle and patient. and in geto’s body he has the softest nicest voice so i feel like kids gravitate towards him (i'm just thinking abt that One scene where he blows bubbles at a playground and all the kids chase them… they love him i just know he's a regular at that park)

OH AND……. idk if i’d call this a hc exactly but i just wanna see kenny in more feminine clothing. he literally has All the genders i don't think for a second that he cares abt gender norms. one moment he's in that tacky middle aged divorced father core hawaiian tshirt (he's so Me), the next he's wearing a purple floral dress or a puffy turtleneck <33 i just think he could pull anything off.

NOW FOR THE GOOD STUFF……. relationship hcs <33333 hes a whole red flag but hes also my silly pookie bear just trust me on this

FIRST OF ALL he's huge on quality time. if he's in a relationship w u then that means he sincerely enjoys ur company and therefore has a tendency to just bring u with him wherever he goes. otherwise he gets bored and starts whining abt it (silly silly man) hes a lonely guy ok </3 i feel like he gets very sudden urges to explore new places / do new things and he’ll make sure you’re right there w him !! you’ll wake up in his arms only to find you're in a snowy forest or some shit and he just WILL not tell u where he's taken u bc its ”a surprise ^_^” LMAOO

he also takes on a teaching role in the relationship and i think that's where hes happiest !! gets a kick out of it but it's also kind of special to him. especially if you haven't seen much of the world, or if you're just a naturally curious person — preferably both. he just enjoys teaching you new things, leading you towards new sights, drinking in your expressions and reactions. it's precious to him. something to cherish.

ON THAT NOTE i think he has this unquenchable curiosity that gets temporarily sated when he tries to like . Dissect you. see inside your mind. it's like hes solving a puzzle that never runs out of pieces. hear me out riko but i see him as somewhat similar to makima, he's detached and has trouble connecting w people and handles you almost like a math equation….. but since he unlike makima is a human being, i think he still has the capacity to grow to care for you and treat you like an equal (or something close to an equal). he genuinely does love you, but he's rusty. kenjaku just wants to know all there is to know about you — every single thing. he’d dig into your brain if he could, but he’ll settle on just brewing you tea, listening to you speak about your fears, hoping it’ll give him the same insight.

he's a little possessive . kind of a Lot. idk i just think he feels a pang of jealousy when he sees u laugh and have fun w someone else (he's like a preschooler getting pouty bc his bestie is playing w someone else LOL) and that makes him Uncomfortable so he just waltzes in and steals u away w a smooth smile and a hand on ur waist. pretends like it doesn't bother him in the slightest but if u tease him too much he drops the smile and gives u a Look (it's scary as hell so u immediately shut up LMAOO) and god forbid someone else is like… teaching u something… a subject they're knowledgeable abt while u sit there listening happily to their rambling……..... ohhh he gets so jealous it's funny. researches that particular subject in frightening detail JUST so he can correct your little friend and teach u abt it himself <33 weirdo. freak.

also (this is extremely important to understanding kenny's character) he's both mother coded and father coded but in the worst possible ways.

he's mother coded in the sense that he's a smidge controlling, good at coaxing you into doing things outside your comfort zone, an expert at making you feel guilty by acting especially sweet and gentle, has the ability to make you cry w one disappointed look etc etc

and he's father coded in the sense that he's easily offended but pretends not to be, wants to see you succeed so bad that it's almost more for him than you, forces you to have really deep onesided philosophical talks at 2am when you just want to sleep, sucks at voicing his love for you out loud so he just buys a bag of your favorite fruit, cuts them into slices and calls it a day. etc etc. he's awful actually. i need him

but !!! as for more soft hcs i think he's honestly an affectionate guy deep down… like deep deep down but it's there. he just likes having u close. preferably touching him. not constantly bc that’ll annoy him but he wants you to stay near so he can pull u into his lap whenever. loves reading to u while u rest ur head on his thigh, playing w ur hair and lulling u softly to sleep <3333 (it's the geto kinnie in him) AND idk why this came into my mind but i think he likes nose kisses. just bc ur face scrunches up and he thinks it's cute. he can be sweet !! probably.

OHHH AND he loves playing board games w u <33 everything from chess to monopoly. he thinks it's fun + a good bonding activity but it's only fun in the beginning. he's condescending if u lose and petty if u win but he’ll still ask u to stay up w him all night just so u can finish the game (he's insufferable actually) if u decline he’ll huff and play by himself while shooting u petty glares until u feel bad and join him. then he's back to being all suave and calm and mature ohhhh i hate him

he wants to be the mature stoic indulgent person in the relationship sooooo fucking bad but he’s plagued by silly impulses day and night. he’s just good at hiding it. but deep down he is and always will be a silly nerd <33

and finally; i think that in a no curses au he's significantly less of a freak but still weird and obsessive and a lil mean. bullies u just a tinyyy bit and acts condescendingly sweet but he cares for u a whole bunch. probably struggles w showing it in a way that isn't too overbearing or mildly alarming… maybe through writing. poems and paintings of u… sculptures…. just wants to portray the beauty he sees in u (can u tell artist!kenny makes me go a little crazy)

overall hes a weirdo hes a freak (def wants u to kiss his brain just to see how it feels) and he may or may not be a bundle of red flags but i love him dearly <333 hes a silly goose. i want to study him in a lab

#ive been thinking abt this for a while riko ty for indulging me <333 PLSSS IF U HAVE ANY AKI HCS GIVE THEM TO ME 🙏🙏🙏#these hcs make it glaringly obvious how down bad i am for him i think but just pretend that i like him in a normal way ok #kenny is just so sillyyyy he was crafted specifically to fix my parental issues (he would make them worse)#kenjaku x reader #<- tagging this in case some starving kenny stan stumbles upon it. enjoy ur food beloved <33 #i have a sudden urge to write an artist!kenny x reader fic hmmm wonder what thats all abt (riko u just made the brainrot worse ily <333)#ask tag ✩

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jupiter-pls · 1 year

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(look, im sorry idk if read more is still a thing/on the app but i can't see it im hoping tumblr does that auto read more thing if not IM SORRY! i just need things written out for my brain sometimes)

ya girl had a cheeky weekend in amsterdam to have just one good night...and afternoon 🖤🧡🖤 it's been the. best. and i spent it with some wonderful people who im missing so, so much 💖 (there's a group photo of my pals when i had gone on to m&g round 2 with them holding up my art that makes me SOB! 😭 goodest of eggs!) and ill remember it all for a long, long time. got to give dan the new piece after telling/showing him the piece from back at the start of tour needed a companion piece & the reasoning behind it. he was so SO sweet and said how he loves my style, especially with the circles always being used (😭😭😭) and then pointed out the photo backdrop with the eclipse on 🥺 yes 🥺 love a weird wonky dan heart too 🥰 i was a bit annoyed with myself cause i felt/heard myself fully tripping over my words and ugh but! it was really really lovely...

m&g no.2 however! 💖💖💖💖 (look, i panic brought a resale ticket cause i was so nervous about the matinée getting canceled in the wake of the promoters bullshit on this tour and knew i would be beyond heartbroken if it had happened) god, that felt so so special and im going to remember it forever 😭 i got so many laughs out of him and SO MANY HUGS idk what was going on there i guess being able to actually get my words out was the cause? (just lots of thankful words for the tour, meaning i could meet my wonderful friends, the show being something so special & important and that he BELONGS on a stage that is is home!) id been talking myself in & out of taking minnie ears for a photo for WEEKS, would i be ~brave enough to ask for a photo in them? no i couldn't it's too scary! but i found the perf wad aesthetic ones for him and dlp is my favourite place in the world, this was actually important to me! (see me fully not being alright when he got that fleece thing from anaheim disneyland...if u got to meet him in that ur on my list 😭) after a moment from him of "um...what are those?!" and telling him look, it's important! we got a bunch of photos with him declaring "ok these are cute, oh my god we're so cute!" yes! ears are silly & over the top but they are fun! and cute! and make u feel like a kid! told him he probs has no use for them but he can keep them if he'd like (the orange ones...not my prince charming carousel ones!) and he was all 🥺 that's such a sweet gift thank you 🥺 (also this is all backwards, we did the ears photos before everything else). i mentioned while i was so excited for the show again, it was bittersweet as it was my last one and i love that he responded with his whole damn chest that i better make sure i make it to the next tour then...that boy is never going to stop doing shows and i love that for him SO SO MUCH LIVE UR FUCKING DREAM! 😭😭😭

i had a whole lot of feelings during that last show, "embrace the void/one good night" really getting to me after getting that most recent sketch done & all the feelings that went into that and my decision to do it...it's all so much.

ALSO! getting to meet & spend time with some really, really special people ive gotten to know in this fandom and them being what made the weekend so incredibly special 💜 saying goodbye to those folks was hard but they all give the nicest hugs. i really hope i can see them all again in the not too distant future, thank you for making this trip all it was 🥰

tl;dr dan is the best boy in the world and deserves ALL the good things in the universe & i have some incredible people im lucky enough to call my friends 🪐

#give me a fucken jupiter emoji!#sorry for the heckin wall of text sometimes u just need to get a bunch of things out #wadsterdam #wad #wad spoilers #were all doomed #daniel howell #my heart has burst it was just too full

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chaosandthe-deadblog · 1 year

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hello hi i have not been alive for too long but here's my undefinitive guide on how to live and not feel miserable in the process by someone way too young to tell you how to do it, okay? okay (aka collection of advice i've been given that i want to share)

take all this with a grain of salt. i might wake up and think totally different tomorrow

love isn't what makes us human. however, i do think creating is. draw poorly. write shitty poetry. knit horrible sweaters. you have been tricked into thinking your creations are only worthy if they are good but that is a lie. make art.

you've heard of this before but quit the suicide jokes. a well timed "im going to kill myself" is funny from time to time, but your brain internalizes that stuff.

even if you don't have any close friends hang out with people. we're social creatures and we're meant to socialize (i know, it sucks.) but like i hate to admit it but i started having a better time in class after i stopped worrying whether people liked me or not and just started talking to them

things are meant to be used! candles are meant to be burned! clothes are meant to be worn! don't wait for that special time if you really want to use something. overdress light that scented candle use the fancy dishes when you're eating pizza drink out of wine glasses

not to sound like your grandpa but get off your phone. (im yet to fully master this one) im serious. i went on a walk the other day (i never do that) and i maybe looked at my phone twice. sometimes you ARE too much time on that damn phone and i swear to god today i made a commitment to try not to look at my social media feeds too much and i was in a good mood all day

the nicest thing you can do for someone in my opinion is give them food

be nice to strangers, also. i personally am planning on drawing portraits for people on the street and gifting them to them. my little way of putting joy into the world :)

never ever ever EVER apologize for being passionate about something. bitter people will tell you its embarassing but its a trap. love is never embarassing. be annoying about your interests

this one is a little weird i think. i keep a journal. every day i try to write at least One Nice Thing about my day. just one. it can be as small as "i saw a nice tree today" but it makes me realize no time is wasted even if i technically did nothing all day, i still lived to see a cool tree. which brings me to my next point

productivity is a capitalist invention. seriously. we don't live to produce. this is just to say you are not alive to be productive. i don't recommend scrolling endlessly and mindlessly either. just, i don't know, it's okay to not be productive all the time

when you feel lost you will always have music and movies and shows

sometimes all you can do in the face of grief is fold a shirt. watch a movie. go to sleep and wake up the next day.

we should all be at least a TINY BIT cringy about something

#red.txt

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grimvestige · 1 year

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!! :)

Time to work through another one of these "with every !! I'll introduce you to an OC"!

current wip for the headshot because this is the nicest art I have of him ^^;

Meet Ace Beaumont! Ace is a favorite NPC of mine from my Folly of Helios setting! He's from Stahljern, but has adventured in New Wellington, as well as The Prospect (formerly "Remington's Prospect")

He's a gunsmith by trade, but the crazy sort who just gets really into perfecting the mechanics of firearms. He's got general machining & engineering skills as well, having designed a crane for a mining town and inventing the first gatling gun in my setting. While he's not a caster per-se, he is capable of copying runes & enchantments that have been pre-written out for him. Because of this he usually has a caster with him as an assistant. Currently, that's Levos Nailos (a former PC of a friend), though Garreth Brynmoor (NPC) was his intern before that. He sees both as adoptive sons, and is super protective of them, though neither particularly needs that much protecting.

Ace lost his wife, Sinmanni, years ago in a lab accident, and then spent a long time trying to bring her back. This resulted in him accidentally reading a book on eldritch magic he shouldn't have, and striking a deal with Nyarlothotep that completely backfired on him. As in Nyarlothotep imprisoned Ace in his own mind and posed as him to try to wake up Azathoth.

Thankfully, the adventuring party Nyarlothotep employed figured out his plan and managed to thwart it, rescuing Ace from his mind-prison in the process. Ace also learned through the temporarily-resurrected wizard mentor of Levos' that his wife uh. Was very not dead. (Also that guy's name is Aldwin) As in she was actually the soul of one of the world dragons that make up the planet of Folly of Helios. She got forced back into her actual body by the god of death (who maintains order in the setting) to prevent things from falling apart, and her not being dead is why all of Ace's attempts to resurrect her failed.

Ace helped the party in their showdown to banish Nyarlothotep, but due to the actions of certain party members (you should ask @emmettkane about his character Vlad!) things with the ritual they carried out went very awry. Awry as in the party tore a planar tear to the negative energy plane which is effectively siphoning all the magic out of New Wellington. Which did in fact banish Nyarlothotep. But also. Left everyone without magic.

At present, Ace is traveling the world of Folly of Helios, working with Levos to find a way to close the planar tear, and undo the things he set in motion. Technically Levos is in charge, as the queen of New Wellington was going to have him executed or imprisoned for life for causing an apocalypse, but Levos vouched for him to try to fix it instead.

This is already SUPER long because Ace has a LOT of backstory, but I have one more piece of art I'm going to put under the cut because it's a bit sensitive content-wise! So, content warning for self-harm scars.

This is an OLD piece of art, but have an Ace immediately after the party recovered him from his mind-prison! Eldritch magic in the setting causes strange tattoos to start appearing on people using it, but they can heal, so he no longer has those at least.

While Ace was imprisoned, he was able to mess with a lot of magical stuff he shouldn't, and found out that in every possible timeline that existed, his wife died.

He also very much did not enjoy being in there, and tried multiple times to off himself in an effort to escape, hence all of his scars.

I THINK that's all I have for Ace for now? He has a lot of other stuff I could talk about, but this is already hella long.

#not art #daisy rambles #asks #ocs: ace beaumont #folly of helios #campaign: the jade omen #campaign: brass coin & blood #campaign: the crimson harbinger

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semper-legens · 2 years

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82. They Both Die At The End, by Adam Silvera

Owned: Yes Page count: 368 My summary: Mateo is a shy, awkward teenager who spends most of his time in his room. Rufus is in foster care after the deaths of his family, and is on the outs with his girlfriend. They don’t know each other. But when they both get the call from Death-Cast that they’re going to die today, they will be thrown together. On a whim, they both connect through the Last Friend app, and decide to spend their last day together. One day to live a lifetime...but what will they do? My rating: 5/5

I swear I’ve heard about this book a thousand times, and yet I didn’t know anything about it when I came to read it. The story reminded me a lot of Scythe, except while Scythe is more focused on the wider sociopolitical impact of its premise, this book is focused on the personal stories of Mateo and Rufus. I loved both stories (obviously, just look at the rating), but this one’s now got a special place in my heart just from how sweet its characters and their story is. Ultimately, it’s just two kids trying their best to make the most of their final day alive, hoping beyond hope that they’ll beat the odds, even while knowing that, well. They both die at the end.

Mateo is our first protagonist - a shy, nerdy shut-in who hasn’t even begun to live. Dying at 17 wasn’t quite his plan. He was waiting until he was older, waiting until he has the chance to be older and go out and live life to the fullest. Rufus, meanwhile, has been in a foster home since his family died months ago, and starts out the book by beating up a guy who was dating his on-again off-again girlfriend. But he’s not a bad kid, he’s just got a lot of anger and is dealing with some very complex grief. They’re excellent balances for each other, Rufus pushing Mateo towards being bolder and taking risks, Mateo giving a chill edge to Rufus’ constant intensity. Their relationship is an odd one, but they try with every moment to make it work and compromise between each other, making the best of the single day they have. I think most people will see something of themselves in one of these characters. Do you have a lot of regrets, or are you the kind of person who assumes you’ll do all the things you want tomorrow? (I am the latter.) I love their developing relationship, how they both bring out the best in each other without consciously noticing it, trying to have the best day they can and tie up as many loose ends as possible while not knowing exactly when death is going to take them.

One thing that struck me about this book is how mundane it was. Other than the idea of the Death-Cast, and concepts surrounding it like Last Friend and the final day experiences, this book is entirely set within the real, contemporary world. Mateo’s dad is in a coma, and he doesn’t miraculously wake up just in time for Mateo to say goodbye. The police chase Rufus for his crimes. Characters have reasonable reactions to the idea of the boys dying, sometimes not the nicest ones either. The boys just travel round New York doing stuff, the scope isn’t really much larger than that. The entire focus is on these two kids and their journey, both literal and emotional. And, of course, despite the reader wanting a miracle, they both die at the end. No reprieve, no way out. The clock is ticking for both of them, and then it runs down, they die.

As a society, we don’t talk about death enough. Death is the one constant in everyone’s lives, coming for us all no matter what we do. Death isn’t fair. It takes people who would have had a lot of life ahead of them, it takes people young, it takes the good people and leaves the wicked. Death is one of the oldest things that humanity has had to face, and naturally that comes out in our art. This is an excellent book about death acceptance. While neither Rufus and Mateo just roll over and accept that they are going to die - and the book doesn’t want them to! - the conclusion that the book reaches is that death comes for us all, and you can either accept it and live your best life to your greatest ability, or shut yourself in or try and run from it.

All in all, excellent book, and one I’m going to treasure for a long time! If you liked Scythe, I’d recommend this - and vice versa, actually.

Next up, more Roman Mysteries, and there’s been a murder...

#They Both Die At The End #Adam Silvera #bookblr #book blog #book blogging #5

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craycraybluejay · 1 year

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When I can afford it I am building an airtight bunker with full anti-pest measures and living there forever and ever. If I see another spider again I can and will fucking blowtorch the fucker even if it fucking kills me and sets the whole block on fire. Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou. Die. This is human supremacy now. My land. My space. Go die in the cold. I hope u starve and burn and freeze and I hope all ur children die in front of u and I hope u get systematically wiped out. Fuck the ecosystem fuck life I am all for war crimes of mass extinction if it means no more spiders. Everyone can get fucked I'm investing in an electric forcefield fence when I can afford my own property and anything alive that touches it while it is active will die. Airtight chute at the front of the place to shuck off all clothing before going inside. No one will have the ability to turn my field on or off but me. Delivery can throw my items down a separate airtight chute in which the package will automatically be sprayed with chemicals that are deadly to insects. Everything will be clean. Untouched by anyone but me. If someone tries to break in they can get a sweet million-watt death. Buh-bye, bitch. I will have my lab and my library and my recording studio. And nothing that doesn't belong there will be there. Everything sterile. A wall of weapons, wall of chemicals, wall of trinkets. I will keep my pets within the electric fence at all times. I will create a protective bubble activated right before the electronic fence to ensure safety of my beloveds. They will have the purest tank oxygen and the nicest gourmet cat food. They will sit with me joyfully in the library and play with me while I attempt to sleep. Everything will be perfect. It must be perfect. I cannot take it anymore. I cannot stand the imperfection. The oversights. The blind spots. Everything must have it's place, and that which does not must not exist. I'd like to scrub myself entirely clean of the filth of this world. It is disgusting. I did not ask to be here. I will not stand for the awfulness. This world is so often boring and so often disgusting. Gross. I will create a world where I decide. There will be no pests. There will be no hunger or pain or boredom. There will be no fear or loneliness. There will be no rage and no grief. The walls will dance with art. The sky will not be so consistently blue. I honour my Jewish lineage by agreeing we can all be God, we all are a piece of God, whatever it is. I'd like to embrace the idea of becoming God. Not over other humans. I have no interest in trying to control the masses. No. I'd like to start from scratch. Build a world that I like. And then another. And then another. And this time, not to wake up into one so vastly different, so hostile and unclean and dull and idiotic. To wake up to an extension of my dreams. And I'll have no idea where I am every time. And be fucking glad for it. Why was I so afraid of entering a dream and never being able to find my way out? Things shall be clean and beautiful. Life shall prosper as I see fit in my little universe and I shall not bother anyone. No more begging for food money. No more pests.

My mindscape is like that song lyric, "you can check out, but you can never leave."

Except I don't really want to check out. Not really. Not any more. I cannot leave, anyway. I am stuck neither here nor there. "But a secret third thing." As the memes say. So I'll choose the one thing I know for sure I cannot escape. Myself. Society? With enough work you can completely escape it. But yourself? We are all hard stuck to that. I prefer the indescribable oblivion here to... whatever everyone has going on when they all meet up in a place and no one can agree. The human mind is beautiful. They say my mind is fascinating. I am tired. I am so tired of running from it. So tired of pulling myself up to a desolate wasteland from the precipice. When I can simply let go. And fall fall fall fall fall ever deeper. No more. I'm begging myself. No more. I need to focus. I need to accept my mind not as a foreign entity but as myself. But it is so difficult. I don't understand why it does as it does. Unprompted. Unstimulated. It makes something out of little to nothing. It is exhausting to carry and moreso to fight. I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired. I want the sweet kiss of the void. Not death, but a fate far worse. I'd like to live forever. And fall deeper. Deeper. Deeper. I want to be clean. Fuck, I want to be somewhere clean. It is dirty. It seemed just fine upon arrival. But the walls already had cracks, the windows their crevices. This imperfection is maddening. These unnecessary details. They serve no greater purpose. They exist for evolutionary reasons that could've been made something better. It needs to be better. It needs to make sense. It must hold a reason. A good, logical reason to exist. It is not useful. It is not clean. It is not... it's not okay. I'm not okay with it.

#rant #mildly psychotic rambling #ramblings #tw: repetition #arachnophobia #not a god complex not an inferiority complex but a third secret thing #i dont like it here #eats god #24/7 existential crisis #existence is a prison #existence is a curse #can i just like #not have existed #that wouldve been great thanks #jesus christ #every day im at the end of my fucking line #and every day there is another #and i am tired

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maximuswolf · 1 year

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A coffee shop changed my life (mildly)

A coffee shop changed my life (mildly) Up until 3 weeks ago I was downing a mug of milky instant every morning. I have a friend who is Into Coffee, but I never thought of doing it myself or paid any attention to his process - probably too complicated and expensive, and besides I'm not a big coffee drinker. When I visit every few months he disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a lovely cup, but that's all.Well, in my hometown last month I saw 'V60' written on a menu at my local coffee shop and I had no idea what it was, so in an inexplicable fit of courage I just ordered it. It could have been anything. It might not even have been coffee, though I have been watching James Hoffman videos for a few months despite not being into coffee, just because I respect the nerdery and presentation quality, so I probably dimly recognised 'v60' as something coffee-related.It arrived on the table, looking like some sort of science experiment, and changed my life (in a small way).So clean, bright, flavourful! For about a week after, I couldn't stop thinking about it. That coffee, man, why was I drinking instant when THAT existed in the world? It was like my friend's coffee, but somehow seemed more attainable. Something I could do.I embarked on a quest to find the nicest, cheapest, simplest way to make 'good coffee' at home. I discovered that the V60 has a bit of an art to it, and indeed subsequent coffees at the shop weren't quite as a good as the first. But the seed was planted and I had no choice but to let it grow.Fast-forward a few weeks and I now have a Wilfa Svart, a clever dripper, a V60 and a subscription to a local place who roast to order.The life-changing part? My wife and I now wake up early and look forward to sharing a cup of nice coffee together before the kid wakes up, discussing the flavour and technique etc as I read and she studies.It's a small thing, and it's early days, but it's given us back a bit of quality time and shared ground together. It's nice to wake up and have something to look forward to every morning, even as simple as a cup of good coffee. Submitted January 13, 2023 at 11:44AM by tilt https://ift.tt/vkra4V9 via /r/Coffee

#IFTTT #reddit

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC With A Lot Of Hobbies

As requested by an Anon! (Sorry, I accidentally posted a draft of the actual request)

Lucifer

Huh, the human’s painting, that’s nice. Anyway, back to work.

It appears now the human is… embroidering. They evidently brought down an artistic type. Oh, now they’re programming, and… baking, and knitting Mammon some socks…

MC stop, they should know by now that Mammon’s going to try and make money off of their multitude of hobbies.

Lucifer does find it quite nice that they brought such a talented human into the exchange program.

It’s just… their room is a mess of stuff. Their bookshelves are filled with scrapbooks instead of their textbooks, their drawers are filled with yarn, their back table is coated in painting supplies… MC needs to organize or Lucifer’s going to have an aneurism.

Mammon

Sorry everyone, this guy’s one of those “monetize your hobbies!” types. He cannot fathom having a talent and not making money off it. Well, at least till MC tries to teach him how to knit.

He gives up a total of 7 times on the first day, but always ends up picking the needles back up and trying again. It wasn’t like he liked sharing a hobby with MC or anything even though he wasn’t making any money off of it…

It wasn’t like he likes watching them get so passionate about all the things they enjoyed!

It’s not like he LIKES them or anything- oh shit MC! Look! He made a scarf!!!! A real scarf he can wear!

He’s so happy! MC! Teach him something else because he’s clearly mastered knitting!

Leviathan

Levi’s got three hobbies, gaming, watching anime, and self loathing. Okay that’s not true, he has more.

But the first time Levi saw MC engaging in all their interests, he wasn’t impressed. Pfft, stupid normie and their stupid hobbies.

Once he found out MC also makes cosplays as a hobby he’s over the damn moon. He finally has a buddy! And they game too?? Oh marry him now! Wait- no- he didn’t mean that- shit-

MC and Levi do that whole “parallel play” thing when they hang out, where Levi’s making his cosplay and MC’s making their’s and the vibe is just, *chill*.

It’s also very comforting to Levi to know that other people like the things he likes!

Satan

So it appears the human is a bookworm. How nice, anyway-

Satan’s not impressed at first, sure the human likes to read and the two could hold a casual conversation, but Satan still wasn’t all too interested in this human.

Well, until Satan sees them arts and crafting a felt cat figurine.

He casually slides into whatever room MC is and asks how they make such adorable things. MC explains like the sweetheart they are, and since Satan can’t control his love of cats, he gets to work making some kitty figurines!

Later down the line, Satan gifts MC a little felt cat figurine that he made. Sure it isn’t the nicest, but he tried his best. The kitty sits proudly on whatever surface in MC’s room that isn’t occupied by other hobby supplies.

Asmodeus

Ooooo~ he’s got a talented little human on his hands. Did he ever tell MC that being multi talented is a massive turn on?

Well, it’s Asmo, almost everything is at least a little bit of a turn on.

Asmo took note of MC’s love of painting and asked begged to be the subject of their next painting. MC accepted and Asmo got into a “paint me like one of your French girls” pose.

Asmo just adores everything his sweet MC makes for him, and he’s practically over the moon whenever MC invites him to come and try out whatever they’re doing with them!

It’s just… MC please organize your stuff a little better… would they like some clear bins? He has a Pinterest board for these kinds of things you know.

Beelzebub

MC has a lot of hobbies? That’s nice.

…

Is cooking one of them?

As cliche as this is, the first thing on Beel’s brain is food. Can MC cook? What can they cook? Can he have some? But once he finds out MC likes to play sports too, he’s even more excited!

…until he realizes that Fangol probably isn’t safe for them :/

Either way, the two exercise in the gym together, and MC makes plenty of fun food for Beel.

Every time it’s MC’s turn to cook Beel shows up with suggestions.

But the cutest thing? MC knitted Beel a pair of mittens because it was getting a tad colder in the Devildom. The human is just so cute Beel can’t even…

Belphegor

The human does… things? Gross. One of their hobbies better be sleeping or Belphie’s going to whine about lack of cuddles.

…brat.

The whining all came to an end when Belphie had the misfortune of falling asleep without his pillow… he had nothing to snuggle or rest his head on… this world… so lonely and cold…

Oh! What was this! Something to snuggle has been given to him! He can now sleep easy…

Belphie wakes up to find a little handmade plushie in his arms… who could this have been made by?! He must go on a quest to find his plushie Cinderella!

Oh, it was MC… they were sitting right next to him. Good, a quest would have taken a lot of energy.

Next time MC invites him to try on of their hobbies, he’s going. Maybe MC can teach him how to make more stuffed animals.

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This entire family is going to be sitting on their knees around the coffee table doing various different types of crafts while Diavolo stands in the doorway like a proud father.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey Me Belphegor

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Wonders of Ohio P.9

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requests are closed, but please read this first :)

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pairing: draco x reader

request: nope, my original shameless self insert idea lmao

summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for the ride of her life when their exchange student is...a bit strange (but very hot). NOT a nonmagic AU, though you already knew that if you’ve read part 8 ;)

warnings: swearing, mentions of a break in, concerns about a home intruder, objectively the most fluffy scene we’ve gotten so far in this series (hehe), draco being fucking obnoxious and moody (did i mention swearing?)

a/n: ayoooooo so here’s part 9, as promised. i’ve started getting back into the hp universe more and more, so i should probably be picking up my writing soon. i’ve been feeling more myself again!! which is super awesome. i don’t think many people read this series anymore (or my author notes in general but i don’t blame yall) but i’m having a lot of fun writing it, so i’m going to keep going :)

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Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if Draco deliberately waited until the last minute to tell her family that he was leaving so he could evade her questioning. She tried to talk to him later that evening by knocking on his door, but she was met with complete silence.

Draco was ignoring her, and she didn’t get why. She’d promised to not tell anyone--even begged for him to trust her and essentially swore on her life--but he still wasn’t acting normal. Perhaps he didn’t want her to badger him with questions about the magical world.

Or maybe this was an excuse to get away from her.

Y/N swallowed the second possibility and locked it away somewhere out of sight. He’d left without a single word more to her (not even a congratulations for getting into a top 20 school, that loser) and never even bothered telling her when he’d return. And maybe that was the nicest part of it--she could pretend like he was never coming back.

As attractive as that option was, she had to admit that there was a Draco-shaped hole in her passenger car seat every time she drove to school. And in the kitchen when she was studying. And everywhere else he’d once touched.

“Why do you think he went back?”

Y/N took a break from reviewing her Art History final exam notes to look up at Lizzy. “Maybe something happened with his dad or he wanted to spend his holidays with his family? It’s probably not that serious.”

“Speaking of his dad, I tried to look up his name and see if anything came up,” Lizzy began. Y/N felt her heart jump into her throat. “Don’t you think it’s kinda sus? I haven’t found anything for him. It’s like he’s been completely wiped off the face of the earth. Do you know anything about it?”

“Honestly, I don’t think it’s any of my business.” Draco’s franticness when she found out lingered in the back of her mind as she chose her words carefully. “I’m sure if he’s a genuine political target, they’ve just scrubbed the web clean of him, being a minor and all.”

“But don’t you think it’s funny that he’s apparently so important but there’s no evidence of him or his father ever existing?”

“Lizzy.” Her voice was firm. “It’s entirely possible that his real name is different. And either way, it’s not our story to uncover. He’s entitled to his own privacy, and if he doesn’t reveal his true identity then we need to respect that.”

“Oooookaaayyyyy, Mother,” said Lizzy. “You’re so fun. You know that, right?”

“It’s my job.”

After the close brush with Lizzy, Y/N avoided the topic of Draco with her friends like wildfire. At the back of her mind, she registered that that was probably more suspicious, but when Sylvia asked her about him during lunch, she finally spun up a story.

“I told him I liked him,” she told everyone, the words stinging her throat. “He doesn’t feel the same way. I just would feel better if we dropped it.”

Her friends reacted immediately with sympathy, telling her that it wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t see her for what she was worth. Somehow, this made her feel worse. She didn’t even need to tell him her feelings to know his thoughts--he didn’t see her as anything but a “muggle”, or whatever he called them. She never stood a chance.

Y/N spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering how things would’ve been different if she was a witch. She didn’t know anything about his world (apart from the fact that they really had a stick up their asses about people knowing of them) but she somehow craved a place in it. Would Draco feel differently towards her if she was magic?

It was probably better if she didn’t pay too much mind to it, but she couldn’t let the thought go. Every time she shut her eyes at night, the memory of waking up next to Draco replayed in her head, over and over. She would’ve sold her soul to have gone back to that. Would things have been different if she had just...not found the letters? She was driving herself crazy digging through all her interactions with him. There’s no way she was imagining things, and judging by the surprised reactions of her friends when she told them he didn’t reciprocate feelings, she wasn’t the only one who thought something was there. If he was really so disgusted by her and her people, he wouldn’t have let her sleep in his room, in his bed no less.

As December wore on, her mind began to be occupied by another feverish stream of thoughts. If she didn’t already feel like she was going crazy over the Draco problem, she was going completely insane over the fact that she was misplacing things like crazy and forgetting the most basic of things. It seemed like it was almost every day that she was forgetting where she put her keys (even though she could’ve sworn she’d hung them up by the door) or getting home to find the door already unlocked even though she was sure that she’d locked it behind her. It would’ve creeped her out, but she was really off kilter. It just wasn’t right having Draco away, and the sense of dread she got every time she went by her room just threw her off balance. What if she still had lingering sickness from whatever magical infliction she suffered?

He really should’ve stuck around to watch after me. Just in case.

Another thing was bothering her--a name she saw pop up in the pouch from when she went through his letters. It was a small portion of his collection, and she didn’t even think to examine it until after he took them back from her, but she noticed that the name “Pansy Parkinson” came up more than once as a return address.

Her mind immediately jumped to the worst--Draco was madly in love with another girl, a magical girl, and traveled back home with the express purpose of declaring his neverending devotion for her and complaining about that rat Ohioan muggle that he had to spend his days with.

Y/N knew it wasn’t healthy, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t quite shake it. The fact that he’d no doubt grown up around girls that would be suitable for him to date was making her physically ill with jealousy, which was probably the most embarrassing part of her feelings for him. Nevermind how much time she spent fantasizing about how soft his hair felt or how his stupidly pretty fingers would feel grazing her skin--she couldn’t even cope with the idea of him existing with other women that were honestly a better choice to him.

That Christmas was surprisingly bleak. Being an only child always made for a quiet house during the holidays, but the expectation she held of having Draco there set her up for disappointment. Her house felt empty.

“Do you think he’s coming back?” Y/N asked her mother as they did the morning dishes together.

“Well, I assume so. Why wouldn’t he? He was scheduled to spend the entire year with us. I think that if he’s changed his mind we would at least know by now.”

“What if he’s still deciding?”

“Why, miss him already?” Mrs. Y/L/N’s tone was teasing, but she felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Quite the contrary. I’m just wondering if I’m about to become the pampered only child again or if I’m going to need to go back into the unglamorous life of sharing the spotlight.”

“Y/N,” her mother tutted. She’d stopped doing the dishes.

Y/N made a point to evade her knowing look. “Mom.”

Her mother took a breath before answering. “Nothing. As a matter of fact, I did get a letter from him a few days ago. He’s scheduled to return the second week of January, right before school goes back.”

“Oh,” said Y/N. No matter how hard she tried, there’s no way her relief wasn’t visible.

“How’s that for your Christmas gift, hm?”

“Mom!”

“Hey! Hey, it was a joke,” Mrs. Y/L/N said, throwing her hands up in a “no can do” sort of gesture. “I know that you’re good friends with him is all. Unless…”

“Mom!” Her cheeks were all shades of red.

“All I’m saying is that he seems to enjoy your company.”

“Stockholm syndrome, I’m telling you.” Her explanation of what that meant was on the tip of her tongue before she stopped herself. There was no reason to--the only person who would need that explained to them was no longer on the same continent as her.

“Whatever you’d like to think.”

The snowstorm hit them without warning, two days after Christmas. Her parents had left for the night to attend a charity auction, but unfortunately for Y/N, by the time that they realized that their daughter would be snowed in, the roads were too dangerous to drive on. Y/N begrudgingly agreed to do all of the things they told her to--get the generator ready, make sure the fireplace was prepared, and locate all the candles in the house.

On any normal day, she wouldn’t have been concerned in the slightest, but she’d felt uneasy in her house ever since the night of the break-in, and now that this was the first night she’d have to spend alone, her heart was pounding at the thought of having to sleep in an empty house. Especially if the power was out. Especially when whoever broke in was still on the loose.

She locked up at dusk, making sure that every entry to her home was completely sealed shut. The generator was in the basement, all set up in the case that the lights went out. She’d located all the bottled water in her house in case the pipes froze, and she finally retired to her room to relax.

The sense of dread that hovered around Draco’s room was gone, thankfully. The overall feeling of creepiness was just beginning to lose its jarring sting, but she’d never quite been able to shake how many things she misplaced in the beginning of the month.

She busied herself with mundane activities--she cleaned out her closet, organized her drawers, read, changed her sheets, and finished the last of her homework--but nothing could distract her from the gnawing inside of her. The hairs on the back of her neck constantly stood up, even when she was tucked away in the corner of her room, nestled into her blankets. The tingling was akin to what she felt when she walked into that antique shop on homecoming night--the same night when Draco helped her off her feet and narrowly kept her from throwing up all over Heather.

Looking back on it, she realized that when he grabbed her wrist, he must’ve done something to quell her nausea, something magical. There was no way her carsickness could’ve been able to disappear so quickly.

Her soliloquy was interrupted by what sounded like footsteps outside. Before she could assess the situation and decide what she was going to do, a boom sounded off in the distance and she was all of a sudden bathed in darkness.

Y/N froze.

Someone was most definitely outside her house, but thankfully she’d locked all the doors. And, thankfully, the boom told her that her fuse box hadn’t been messed with. A tree had probably just fallen on a transformer.

But those small comforts still didn’t change the fact that she was no longer alone--and not only that, but no longer alone without power.

Her thoughts were interrupted once again by banging on her front door. Y/N jumped, just barely managing to clap her hand over her mouth to muffle her shriek. She’d seen enough horror movies to know that alerting someone that you were home wasn’t the smartest move. She’d have to be strategic.

Heart pounding out of her chest, she crept out of her room and down the stairs. The power outage was quite lucky, she realized, as whoever was outside couldn’t see in. The moon only cast a slight light as it reflected off of the snow, so she was going to be able to see the person outside before they would see her.

She squinted from her perch by the base of the staircase. She could make out a silhouette, a tall and lanky one. The weak moonlight reflected off a very light head of hair, and Y/N was struck with a feeling of familiarity.

No way...

Y/N stood frozen for a few seconds as she heard the person knock on the door again. A muffled version of a familiar British voice said, “Is anyone there?”

Throwing all caution to the wind and praying to any higher power that was listening to her that her suspicion was correct, she pushed down on the doorknob and swung it open.

Her heart stopped.

“Draco? What are you--”

Before she could get another word out of her mouth, she was pulled into the tightest (and snowiest) hug of her life. One of his arms wrapped solidly around her waist, the other reaching further up to her shoulders to hold her closer. He was tall enough in comparison that he could rest his chin on the top of her head while she cautiously clasped her hands around him, breathing in the same soft pine scent that she knew so well.

When he finally let go of her, she noticed that his face was decidedly less pale than what it had been when she first opened the door. At a loss for words, Y/N just made her way behind him and shut the door to keep the storm from blowing any more snowflakes in. She noted that Draco was shaking.

“You’re okay,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

She grinned. “Yeah. Believe it or not, I’m not that scared of the dark.”

He didn’t look nearly as amused, wringing his hands out in front of him instead of meeting her eyes.

“You’re going to freeze to death if you’re gonna just stand there in soaking clothes,” she chided. “And what are you doing back half a month early? I know you must’ve missed me, but I didn’t expect you to miss me THAT much.”

He rolled his eyes, bringing Y/N the comfort that the sarcastic asshole was still in there. “We need to talk.”

“No, what you need to do is get changed into dry clothes,” she said. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but until we get our generator working, there’s no heat...and I’m not sure if the Ministry is going to like it if I let you die on my watch.”

Even though he didn’t normally laugh at her jokes, he seemed especially solemn when she said this. It became very clear to her then that he regretted his brief display of affection.

“What are you doing, just standing here? Shoo! I don’t want to see you dripping snow all over the rug.” She waved him off until he made his way up the stairs, still eerily silent.

Once she was sure he was actually getting dressed, she made her way to the kitchen where she started heating up the water. She’d never been more thankful for the fact that they had a gas stove instead of an electric one.

The tea was almost finished brewing by the time that Draco was back downstairs, perched awkwardly on the couch. She’d never seen his sweater before--it was in a rich forest green with a silver crest of a snake.

“Are you going to tell me whatever is going on? I’ve never seen you like this before,” asked Y/N as she handed him the mug that she knew to be his favorite.

He took a sip and waited a bit before responding. “I found out some things while I was away.”

“Is that it? Must’ve been something pretty interesting for you to come in here and act like I’m your long lost love or whatever.” She took careful note of how his cheeks were especially pink, but it must’ve been because of the cold.

“I shouldn’t tell you everything, but I think you should probably know the gist of things,” he began. “First of all, I figured out why I couldn’t use the Obliviation cube on you. Also, you have to consent to an Unbreakable Vow.”

“A...what? Care to elaborate? Like, at least a little? Why didn’t it work on me?”

He sighed, a sharp breath of air that left his lungs in a huff. “Because you stumbled upon a very important box that can bestow the gift of magic onto anyone. And since you did something in your dream to try and open it, it permanently took root in you. I tried to reverse it, but there’s always going to be an imprint of magic on you.”

“Sick. So I’m a witch now? Like you?”

“No.” His tone was sour. “No, you’re not. For that to work, there needs to be a ritual actually completed by someone magical. That’s why you got so sick--because you would’ve needed me to help you through your dream sequence and open up the box. So, now that you’ve essentially pushed yourself into the magical world uninvited, I can’t use anything on you that’s catered towards Muggles.”

“Rats,” said Y/N. “That’s no fun. What about the whole part about my safety? And what’s that vow thing?”

“Apparently someone really, really wants that box,” Draco told her. “It doesn’t just give muggles the gift of magic--it can also give current wizards powers that are otherwise completely unavailable to the rest of the population. In the wrong hands, they could wreak havoc on the world. And I’m almost positive they think you have it.”

“Oh…” Everything started falling into place. “So, the break in? That probably was them right? And, uh, let’s say if you feel like maybe someone has been in your house while you’ve been gone? Like, that’s something I should be worried about, right?”

“Is that happening to you?” His face looked significantly more pale.

Y/N was tempted to tell him no--just to ease his nerves--but something in his look told her that she needed to be truthful. “Um, kind of. You know how I can be forgetful, though. It’s just little things, like sometimes I come home to find that the front door is unlocked when I’m sure I locked it, or I can’t find little things like my car keys and my phone, but it’s all easily explained.”

“I never should’ve left,” he said, tucked his knees up to his chest. “I should’ve known that that was Merlin’s Box.” He swallowed, meeting her eyes with a gaze that looked so forlorn that her heart ached. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, all we have to do is tell them I don’t have the box, right? And then they’ll leave me alone.”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I assume so, but if they didn’t find the box when they originally ransacked your room and they’re still hanging around, I don’t know what to do. That’s why I can’t obliviate you, the proper way that we use on wizards, because I can’t always be there to save you. Once I’m gone, you’re going to have to manage on your own.”

“Please, Draco,” said Y/N. “People will always talk a big game, but once I pull out my pepper spray it’s over. I can take care of myself! I didn’t need protection while you’re away.”

He smiled then, a small one that seemed more sad than anything. “You sound like me. When I was younger.”

“You probably don’t even know what pepper spray is. What’s that vow thing?”

“You have to promise that you won’t say anything that would reveal what you know about me and my world,” said Draco. “I need to find a wizard to say the incantations, but it shouldn’t be too hard. I ended up telling the Ministry what happened--I’m not going to get sent away as they have a clear record of me at least attempting to wipe your memory and they agree that you need to be able to protect yourself. Unbreakable Vows are just really intense promises. If you break it, you die.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t really trust my word?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s required by the Ministry. If you don’t comply, then you’re going to be completely obliviated and then you can have as much fun as you’d like trying to run from whoever that criminal is without even knowing why they’re after you. Oh, and without me.”

“Then why are you even offering the vow? Don’t you want to go home?”

Draco took a long drink from his mug. “I still have a sentence to carry out. If I go back home, I’ll get sent to the same prison that my father is being held at right now.”

“A...sentence?” Y/N stared at him. “I know you mentioned a punishment, but a sentence?”

He remained silent and refused to meet her eyes.

“Draco, what exactly did you have to do?”

“It’s none of your business,” he snapped. The sudden switch of tone made Y/N start, but he was unwavering in his scowl. “I’d prefer to not think about it.”

“But...Draco…” Y/N cast her gaze to the ground so she didn’t have to see the no doubt furious look in his eyes when she continued to push. “How bad? Do you think that maybe whoever is after me might know that I don’t have the box anymore? And that they might be trying to seek revenge against you for whatever it was that you did instead?”

He didn’t respond.

“Think about it. That would explain why I was untouched this whole time that you were away when they were still keeping tabs on me.”

With a pronounced bonk, he set his mug down on the coffee table. “I’m going to bed.”

She managed to get one more look at his face before he spun around to head up the stairs and was shocked to see what was etched into his face--anger, yes, frustration...and also shame. Unmistakable shame.

final a/n: weeoooooooo i’m like 3 minutes early...this is a monumental moment for my blog. let me know what you guys think (if there’s still people sticking with this series fjkds;al). i am going to go back into my hole and work on some math hw (wonders of ohio y/n vibes...i have low key become her trying to roleplay as a stem girl). the plot is going to thicken and hopefully there will be more fluff soon. i honestly didn’t want to add the hug bc i do want this to be slow burn but it has come to my attention that this is now about 30k words long and i haven’t given y’all so much as an inkling that draco has feelings/anything will happen between them so i gotta give you something to hold you over fjdska;

#draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy #draco #dracotok #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n

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Champagne Problems

Chapter Two

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Aelin Galathynius was tired, but that was what you got when you decided to wake up at six in the morning. Aelin doesn’t remember how Rowan convinced her that 6:30 was a perfectly acceptable time to run in the morning, or how six a.m. really wasn’t thatearly, but she despised him for it. She knew that was a lie, that she adored Rowan, but every time her alarm goes off, she can’t help but silently curse her best friend.

Aelin was not a morning person. One of the only ways she could actually meet Rowan on time most mornings was by sleeping in her leggings, or her gym clothes, that way most mornings all she would have to do was push her feet in her sneakers and pull her golden blonde hair into a pony and be out the door. Coffee also may or may not help her get her day started.

She had a Keurig in her apartment, and the sugariest, most creamy coffee creamer in the fridge to help her wake up in the morning. So that how she usually started her mornings: shoes, hair, and coffee.

The caffine and the sugar in her drink wakes her up as she sips her drink on the way to meet Rowan in front of the campus library, managing to recycle the empty cup just before she sees Rowan.

They have been going on these morning runs for nearly two years now, since they decided to put their differences beside and become friends. They hated each other when they first met, both dealing with their own inner demons and not realizing that the person they each hated reminded themselves a little too much of what they saw when they looked in the mirror. When they finally called a truce, they decided the both needed a better way to deal with their loss and the stress of the world, hence the near daily jogs.

Even though she hated the early mornings, Aelin would be the first to admit that the runs helped. She was no longer drinking herself half to death and getting into fist fights, and instead was feeling the steady pound of her feet on the pavement and the beat of her heart as she pushed her body to its limit. Aelin had always been active in her childhood, avidly practicing karate and mixed martial arts until she was sixteen, she didn’t realize how much she craved the endorphins of exercise and a runner’s high until she was nineteen and started to run with Rowan.

Early on into her friendship with Rowan, Aelin decided becoming friends was one of the best things she had ever done. Together they had decided to walk the path back to the light, and it had changed Aelin’s life for the better. Nearing the end of her Junior year at the University of Terrasen, Aelin no longer felt like that angry and bitter freshmen she once was.

Aelin noticed Rowan seemed tired as she approached him, though she supposed that wasn’t odd. She knew from Sam that he and the guys went out get drinks last night, he usually just wasn’t quite so hung over. As one of the “healthy lifestyle choices”, as Rowan liked to put it, that they would partake in together was to no longer overindulge in alcohol, and drink their problems away. Though perhaps this time it was in celebration, as he was approaching the end of his senior year, and she knew how beyond excited he was about starting his master’s program coming that fall.

Though they no longer overindulged, Aelin missed drinking with Rowan. Rowan got goofy when he drank and damn her if it wasn’t one of the cutest things she had ever seen. Especially how he giggled when he was tipsy, and she was telling some stupid joke. She missed him, their lives had been so hectic lately between finishing up the semester and splitting their time among their various friends.

Rowan sighed as they began their run. Aelin glanced over at Rowan. Who was scowling his way through his morning workout, that at least was semi-normal. Rowan was not the mostly openly happy man on the best of days, scowling while running through his hangover seemed just like Rowan. They made their way through campus and ran past some of the historic buildings of downtown Orynth. Aelin always loved this part of the city, she liked to imagine the lives of the long-ago royals as she ran past the palace and what used to be the mansions and hot spots of the wealthy.

The buildings still belonged to the wealthy, but now they mostly made-up high-end apartment buildings and trendy boutiques and restaurants near the U of T campus. Aelin should know, her apartment was located inside one of the former mansions, now a trendy apartment complex, near the palace and just a fifteen-minute walk to the campus library.

Aelin and Rowan’s pace began to slow down as they reached the end of their five-mile run, they had almost made it back to the library, the halfway point between both of their apartments. When they finally reached their stopping point, Aelin flashed Rowan a smile over her shoulder which her warily returned.

“Well, you certainly worked your alcohol consumption off now.” Aelin joked towards Rowan, who just scowled in return. “You can now go out again tonight, and not feel guilty about all the drinks you downed yesterday.”

“I didn’t drink that much,” Rowan protested.

“Really? That’s not what Sam told me,” Aelin shot back snarkily. Rowan just sighed, and Aelin flashed him a triumphant grin. “Will I see you at the Cadre tonight?” she asked, naming their local haunt for cheap drinks near campus.

Rowan just solemnly nodded and said “See you tonight, Ace.” As he trudged his way back to his own apartment.

Aelin smiled to herself as she strolled at a leisurely pace as she made her way back to her own apartment. Aelin loved her apartment. She loved the white marble counter tops in her kitchen, her sofa in her living room, perfect for lounging the day away, it was her safe haven. Aelin purchased the place right after her freshmen year of College ended, she would soon be moving out of her dorm and she needed a place to call home, since she could not stand to be alone in the house where she and her parents once lived.

One of the newer fixtures in Aelin apartment was her boyfriend, Sam Cortland. She had just recently given him a key, so he saw fit to come to her apartment whenever he pleased.

“I see you let yourself in.” Aelin called as she walked through the door.

Sam looked up and grinned at her from his seat at the kitchen island, “Just thought I’d check on my beautiful girlfriend, and see what she was up to today.”

“Besides finishing my English lit paper and getting out of these disgustingly sweaty clothes?” Aelin asked.

“Yes, besides that.” Sam laughed over his cup of coffee.

“I told Rowan I’d meet him at the Cadre tonight.” Aelin said, as she watched Sam’s face become closed off, as he stared deeply into his mug.

“Rowan didn’t say anything about last night, did he?” Sam asked cautiously.

Aelin snorted, “No. It seems you guys had fun last night, judging by Rowan’s hang over though,” Aelin laughed. “I’m surprised you’re up and functioning this morning,” Aelin said as she went over to poke her boyfriend in the stomach.

“Well, I clearly didn’t have as good of a night as Rowan did,” Sam laughed, “but I was thinking we could have a good night soon.” Aelin perked up. “How about Mistward’s next Friday night? We can invite the whole gang. It can be our celebration for graduating and finishing our sophomore year.”

“Mistwards, huh?” Aelin was skeptical, Mistward’s was one of the nicest restaurants in all of Orynth, and one of the most expensive. “Do you really think our friends would be up for that? I don’t think Lorcan can dress nicely enough to get into a place like Mistward’s.”

At the end of every school year, Aelin and all her friends would gather, usually at the Cadre, and have a huge blow out celebration for finishing up the school year. This year was different since both Rowan and Sam were graduating, this celebration had to be better, and to reflect all of them, and MIstward’s definitely did not reflect Rowan.

“I think I can convince them,” Sam said with a sly grin.

“I don’t Know…”

“Come on, Aelin,” He was still smiling, “I got it covered.” He set his mug of coffee on the counter and got up to kiss her. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. She relaxed into his warmth.

“I’m surprised you’re willing to touch me; I’m covered in sweat.” Aelin mumbled into his chest.

Sam laughed heartily, “Maybe my intentions weren’t so pure, we’re both fairly sweaty now. How about I run us a shower.”

Aelin laughed and began to walk into her bathroom to run a shower for the both of them.

#throne of glass #aelin galythinius #aelin ashryver galathynius #rowan whitethorn #celaena sardothien #sam cortland #lorcan salvaterre #fenrys moonbeam #connall moonbeam #rowaelin #rowaelin fanfiction #au #champagne problems

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writingintheafterglow · 3 years

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Solangelo Headcanons

I love this ship. I would die for this ship.

1. Will once got Nico a cute little ring that had a sun on it, and he meant mostly as a joke (because everyone knows Nico doesn’t wear bright colors), but Nico loves it and wears it all the time. When they get married, they get one just like it as the ring. It’s the only thing Nico wears that doesn’t match his ‘son of death’ aesthetic, but he doesn’t care.

2. Nico gets back into Mythomagic after the wars, and he tries to get Will into it. (You better believe that Nico has him sworn to secrecy about this, though). Will, on the other hand, is a Star Wars geek who watches and rewatches the movies. Will has tried to get Nico to watch them, but Nico gets bored of them fast, so now whenever Will watches Star Wars, Nico just sits on the ground and plays Mythomagic.

3. @sassy-thalia-grace wrote in her Nico headcanons that Nico wouldn’t tell anyone except Reyna about his Tartarus nightmares, and I think that’s true. But I do think that Will would find out anyway, because when they move in together, I’m sure Nico would wake up screaming. Anyway, Will is super protective of Nico because of that and I’m sure that Will would insist on sleeping next to Nico until his dreams went away. Can someone please make a fan art of these two sleeping together while hugging? On second thought, I might explode seeing that because I get super happy just imagining it.

4. Will is obviously a science nerd, and wants to be a doctor when he grows up. He is a demigod, so he probably has ADHD, which I can tell you from experience, can induce hyper-fixation on stuff that really interests you. Will definitely has read about human anatomy or biology until one in the morning, only to fall asleep on his book. Nico, who obviously doesn’t sleep until 3 am, would find him like that and *try* to carry him to his bed.

5. I’ve seen so many Percabeth posts about Percy having his own cabin but I’d just like to remind everyone that Nico does too.

6. Haha okay I know what the previous one implied but come on it’s Will and Nico, they’re both such innocent little babies, there’s no way they’re going to... uh... you know...

7. Nico is super uncomfortable with physical affection, so I don’t think that when their relationship started with a kiss, like Percabeth’s. I think that their first kiss would have come a bit later, maybe even after ToA because I don’t think they kiss in the books. Both of them were blushing like crazy before and after the kiss. Their kiss was private, with no one watching, and everyone was probably very confused when they both came to a camp activity blushing and stuttering.

8. This is kinda cliche but when they started going to mortal school, everyone would avoid Nico because of his ✨scary aura✨. On the other hand, Will is, like, the star student that all the girls (and a decent portion of the guys) have a crush on. Everyone was very surprised when they realized the two were dating, but all of Will’s friends quickly accepted adopted Nico.

9. They adopt a kid. Enough said.

10. Jk, I really want to talk about their kid. I headcanon that their child would be a girl and if they could name her I think they’d pick Bianca, but that’s up to you. I honestly think that Nico would be a great dad, but because he never had one, he’s always checking with Will to see if he’s parenting right. Will, on the other hand, would be a pretty good dad but I think he would be kind of nervous when it came to punishing/being harsh with his kid. I think Nico would have a good balance of “nicest dad ever” and “of course I listen to my dad he’s the best”.

11. If you think that Nico and Will ever let anything bad happen to their daughter, you’re wrong.

12. Nico can cook complicated Italian really well, but he’ll burn toast or forget to add water to his instant ramen. Will, on the other hand, sucks at cooking but has blueberry muffins to die for. He is also an instant ramen MASTER. (Credits for this one are @dam_geek on instagram)

13. Will has super curly hair that Nico loves to run his fingers through.

14. They both like Taylor Swift (no, I’m not just projecting myself onto them) but Will prefers her country music and Nico prefers her alternative rock.

15. Nico LOVES Sour by Olivia Rodrigo and Will is very concerned at the amount of emotion Nico puts into singing the songs in that album.

16. Nico also loves dogs, because of Mrs. Oleary. Will, on the other hand, is surprisingly scared of them. There was a lot of “chill, babe, it’s just a little puppy, it won’t hurt you” before Nico finally got Will a puppy that was super cute and gentle. The dogs name is Sunny, and Will loves him.

17. Nico sometimes gets flashbacks to Tartarus or just traumatic experiences (cause let’s be honest my guy has plenty) and one grounding exercise he likes to do is holding Will’s hand, or just running his fingers along Will’s. It helps Nico remind himself that he’s not alone, and he’s still in the real world, with Will. So sometimes, when Will and Nico are sitting together, you’ll hear Nico inhale sharply and Will automatically grab his hand to comfort him.

Okay, so I think I’ve exhausted all the Solangelo thoughts in my head lol. Hope you enjoyed!

#solangelo #solangelo is life #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #hoo #toa #trials of apollo #headcanons #riordanverse #ship #why is this ship so cute #i will go down for them #that one ship #gay ships #please draw this

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kibleyy · 3 years

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*Giyuu and Uzui reacting to people summoning Barney*

-Video plays-: Guys if you don't hit the like button in three seconds Barney the Dinosaur will come to your room while you sleep and sing the alphabet song!

*Giyuu proceeds to press the like button and pauses to video, abruptly looking up to see Uzui's confused face*

Giyuu: Do you hear that Uzui? Barney the Dinosaur will come into your room and sing you're last lullaby.

Uzui: What-?

Giyuu: Imagine your last days on Earth. You're sound asleep in your bedroom and you wake up to the sound of something... singing the alphabet song to you. The room is dark, only having the full moon as your source of light.

Uzui: Giyuu I don't like where this is goin-

Giyuu: You hesitantly open your eyes to see a tall figure staring at you with the most hideous grin.

*Giyuu leans closer to Uzui's face as a bead of sweat drips down*

*He says in a hush tone*: ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᵇᵒˣⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵉʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱⁿᵒˢᵃᵘʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃˡᵖʰᵃᵇᵉᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᵉᵐⁱⁿᵉᵐ ˢᵗʸˡᵉ.

Uzui: What the fuck is wrong with you.

...

*Sanemi and Giyuu playing Phasmaphobia*

*Giyuu walks to Sanemi's character face to face*

Giyu: You're eyes are beautiful

Sanemi: We are playing a video game

Giyuu: Well.. I'm antisocial

...

Giyuu: *smooshes glue with both palms of his hands and it makes a kissy noise*

Giyuu: You hear that Shinazugawa?

Sanemi: Excuse me?

Giyuu: Yeah that's the sound when me and you decide to get all smoochy aha

Sanemi: I will punch you

...

Sanemi: Giyuu is so fucking annoying i wish he''d just go away and die. His face is so punchable and i want to kick him in the shins so bad everytime we make eye contact.

*Sanemi rambling his hatred in the background as Giyuu sips tea*

Giyuu: So we're best friends... you can feel the sexual tension between us.

...

*Giyuu falls down*

Uzui: that is so unflamboyant!

Giyuu: You know what else is unflamboyant? You're fucking existence. Every day I wake up thinking "Oh shit today will be a fantastic day" and then your dumbass shows up. In fact, every waking hour I live is a nightmare. You just make it worse.

...

Regoku: If we're talking about family dynamics here then Sanemi would be the rebelious teenage daughter while Giyuu would be the emo child!

Sanemi: Why the hell am I the rebelious teenage daughter? I hope you trip on a rock and somehow break your kneecaps!

Giyuu: I want to die.

...

Rengoku: Guys please get along! Compliment eachother

Sanemi: You have a shit face

Giyuu: You have a nice ass

...

Uzui: *Applying makeup on Rengoku, Sanemi and Giyuu*

Uzui: This is the best I've done all my life! Come take a look *gives mirror*

Rengoku: Wow! This is beautiful Uzui

Sanemi: *throws mirror*

Giyuu: I think you need an eye doctor

...

Uzui: Hey Giyuu have you seen my- Yo what the fuck are you doing?

Giyuu: *room is terribly cold and is in a pillow fort with piles of snacks and sweets*

Giyuu: Hibernating.

Uzui: You need help

...

Rengoku: *Posts a picture of a rat*

Rengoku: What is he thinking about guys 😁?

Uzui: He must be thinking about the art of that wall he's staring at! How flamboyant!

Sanemi: Of your annoying face and how much he wants to choke you. Sadly it does not possess human strength.

Giyuu: He is thinking about hard drugsss yeahhhh haha

...

Sanemi: Hey Giyuu I've seen your baby photos why have you stop smiling?

Giyuu: Because I have come to realise that this world is a terrible humid place to be in as everyone in this world are the most hideous creatures I've seen. The world has the toxicity of the acids that was created by mother nature and the toxicity that humans spit out is probably even worse than natural acids.

Sanemi: That's quite the paragraph

Giyuu: Also I hate myself sooo

...

Uzui: Quick! Tell me something that you love about me!

Rengoku: Oh there's so many! You're beautiful personality and this charm you have. And also your sense of style, it's so unique and you stand out tremendously!!

Sanemi: Bold of you to assume I like anything about you

Giyuu: Tiddies.

...

Muichirou and Giyuu: *Looking at the ants walking out of their nest*

Giyuu: Y'know, sometimes I wonder if they know about the existence of demons. Look at them, they're only purpose is to serve their queen as it reproduces.

Muichirou: I wonder if they have a dick

Giyuu: Damn and I thought I would be the first to say that

...

Shinobu: Tell me something you secretly want someone to do to you

Giyuu: Having someone big and strong to crush me with their thighs-

Shinobu: Ohh I didn't know you were into that type of thing-

Giyuu: -deliberately crushing my spine and the insides of my throat so that I would be famous! Like think of it Kochou, have you ever heard of anyone dying by those thick muscular thighs? *points at Himejima* It would be heavenly and the nicest way possible to die!

Shinobu: You are mental

...

Giyuu: Shinazugawa, why can't I call you by your first name?

Sanemi: Because we aren't friends?

Giyuu: But remember the time when we first made eye contact? I swear there was a spark! Like those things in rom coms-

Sanemi: Is this a fucking love confession?

Giyuu: What is love? I only know pain in this sad world

Sanemi: Fucking emo

#tomioka giyuu #shinazugawa sanemi #rengoku kyojurou #uzui tengen #kimetsu no yaba #kny #demon slayer #im sorry i had to do this #demom slayer fandom probably dead haha #wait is it dead #anyways giyuu supremecy

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afoldintime · 3 years

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JATP Juke Raise Your Voice AU

AAAAAAA!!!!

Don't mind me, I'm just screaming about @willexxmercer's fic "when i'm standing in the dark (i'll still believe)" !!!!!!

As a Juke, Willex, and Double Trouble fan, I absolutely loved reading this fic- I sped through it so fast, I was genuinely shocked that it was over 20k words! I'm a huge sucker for modern alive!Sunset Curve AUs, and this absolutely delivered. Kit is so talented- they wrote the JATP characters we love believably in a different world. I've never seen "Raise Your Voice", but was never confused about anything and able to easily follow the storyline. This is a must-read!!

Summary: The Los Feliz Conservatory of Performing Arts was the dream for any aspiring singer. Anyone who wanted to be someone wanted to spend a summer at the conservatory’s music program, and only the best of the best were approved. It would be six weeks of intensive lessons and training, all culminating in that all-important performance showcase to determine who would get a huge scholarship. It had been Julie’s dream to attend the conservatory’s summer program as long as she could remember. The only problem was that Julie didn’t know if she could sing again. or: A Juke Raise Your Voice AU

FIC ON AO3

Also a huge shoutout to @iti-iskuna, who created the perfect playlist for Kit's fic! Major props to Mo, who saved the day and stepped in to be our artist! Her music taste is sublime

01. someone’s watching over me - hilary duff 02. shake it out - florence + the machine 03. bambi - hippo campus 04. something special - a will away 05. caroline - briston maroney 06. wake up - julie and the phantoms 07. bright - julie and the phantoms 08. cloud 9 - beach bunny 09. SUPERBLOOM - misterwives 10. highlight reel - julien baker 11. almost (sweet music) - hozier 12. if i didn’t have you - vista kicks 13. car crash in g major - fanclubwallet 14. still beating - mac demarco 15. let’s fall in love for the night - FINNEAS 16. let it all out (10:05) - COIN 17. please don’t ruin this for me - tennis 18. scorpio rising - soccer mommy 19. better now - taylor janzen 20. burning - maggie rogers 21. stand tall - julie and the phantoms 22. the way you do the things you do - the temptations 23. breakaway - kelly clarkson 24. you’ve got me - the greeting committee 25. betty - taylor swift

PLAYLIST ON SPOTIFY

Go show them some love! Kit and Mo are some of the absolute nicest people I've met in this fandom, and I am so grateful and happy to have been a part of their team!

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Sleepless (LoV x Reader)

Pairing: League of Villains x Reader, platonic relationship

Shigaraki, Toga, Twice, Kurogiri, Dabi x reader

@riarora messaged me with the request: "So I was thinking platonic LOV x child reader (You can make them 18 if you're more comfortable, but I was thinking more like 14-15)The reader (I'll refer to them as she/her, but you can make it gender neutral) has really bad insomnia so every night, she would be pacing around, doing anything and everything to make sure no dark thoughts take over. Usually, none of the LOV would bat an eye, but considering the fact that she's a child, they feel sympathy, so they indirectly try to get her to fall asleep. Like, sending her on extra missions (always with protection of course) or changing her normal tea with sleeping tea, or maybe just straight up telling her to sleep."

Genre: Comfort

Word Count: 2,291

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: Thanks for the request sweetie! I hope you like it~

Wrote this while listening to a Shinsou playlist on Spotify and it was pretty chill to listen to, if y’all want the link you can comment or dm me and I’ll send it. Something different, but I like how it turned out. It's twice as long as I thought it would end up being, but I think it fits. It's a comfort story that I hope you guys will read even if you don't normally read stuff for the villains. I really like it, I hope you guys read it if you need some comforting. Enjoy~

Like a lot of people, I don't have the nicest thoughts. Most nights, I'm trying everything to block them out and find the sweet release of sleep, whether it's trying to consciously think of other things to block them out, escaping out of my sheets to pace or run in place inside this small room I was given, or getting up to get a snack. Unsurprisingly, none of it works. The rest of the League constantly tease me about my dark circles making me look more villainous all I do is smile, because at least it means I'm part of something now. I would ask them to get me something to busy myself, like a sketch book or a notebook to keep me busy at night, but they aren't my parents; they have no obligation to take care of me and they've already give me a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in.

Little by little, the perceived barrier between us broke down before I realized it.

It started when I took one of my late night trips to the kitchen only to see the light on already. Toga's crooked but innocent smile beams up at me as she twirls a knife in her hand, leaning against the counter. "You're up too, hmm~? Wanna take a trip with me?"

We ended up shrugging on our jackets and masks, walking into the dark, brisk night to the nearest grocery store. "You waited until 2 AM to get pomegranates?" I raised an eyebrow at her zipping straight to the produce section of the market.

"I didn't wanna go alone~" Toga casually responded in her singsongy voice. "A little girl like me shouldn't be out alone at night. Besides, late night shopping in a practically empty supermarket is the best time to go. It's super creepy!" She giggles, filling a plastic bag with three large fruits.

We returned to our hideout and she asked me to help her de-seed them. I slide in next to her, taking the knife out of her hand. Not like I had anything better to do. What was I gonna do, sleep? Sure, okay.

She sliced the fruits in half and held her hands over a large, empty container, using just her hands to push the seeds off the bitter white core, humming to herself. "Are you sure there isn't a more...strategic way to do this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the mess she was making of her hands.

Toga just giggled and held my stare with her cat-like yellow eyes. "When it gets all over your fingers, it kind of looks like blood doesn't it?" She shivered in ecstasy as she licked the scarlet juice running down her hands and the knife she cut them with. "Mmm, so sweet."

While I continued, trying to avail to be as clean as possible, taking sips of the tea she made for us while we work. I chanced a few tastes myself, chuckling at my own hands. "You're right, it looks like we've commit murder."

"Right?" she chirped with the widest grin, "Isn't it fun?"

I made a better point to get more juice on my fingers before curling my fingers grossly towards her. "I want your heart, Toga. Give it to me!" I growled.

She giggled and held one of my wrists so she can lick some of the juice off. "Too bad you can't have it."

After we finished gathering the seeds into the bowl, we sat on the couch, munching on them by the handful and finishing our drinks. My eyelids kept drooping as I drank my tea.

"We should go on adventures more often," Toga purred as I near the end, taking my cup, laying me down, and covering my body with a blanket before petting my head. Her voice singing, "Sleep well, (Y/n)" was the last thing I heard before drifting off. It was the best night's sleep I'd gotten in a long while.

A few days later, Kurogiri stopped me from heading to bed while the rest went off. "I heard you and Toga up late a few nights ago. Why don't you help me clean up before going up?"

I agreed, mostly because I would be awake with my thoughts anyway. He had me shining his glasses, climbing up a ladder to dust the top shelves of his bar, wiping down the counters, and organizing his liquor.

"Have some of this, child." He set down a cup of tea and saucer on the counter while I was organizing his top shelf liquor, the clock flashing 1:57 AM. "You've been a big help."

I climbed down carefully and stare down at the translucent, peach colored liquid carefully.

He noticed my cautiousness. "How are you adjusting?"

I tilted the cup around, swishing the liquid around before holding it up to my lips. "It's better than where I was before, thank you."

"I'm glad you're settling in and getting along with the rest."

"It's just Toga so far." I sipped a good portion of the hot liquid, easing down my through smooth as the honey I can taste that he added.

"It'll take time for the others to warm up to you. Shigaraki and Dabi especially don't take to strangers that easily, but they'll come around." His cold, portal enclosed hand rested on my head. "We're happy to take you in as our family, (Y/n)."

I smiled at his assurance of me, nodding in gratitude, but still hesitant about feeling that I fit in here.

We talked for a while more until I finished his tea and he sent me off to bed. Though reluctant - I even offered to do more cleaning up to keep myself there - he insisted I leave. I trudge to my room, the exhaustion in my bones and muscles more apparent than usual. I know this old trick; even when I'm fatigued, my thoughts still keep me up. But as I ease under the blanket and close my eyes, I feel myself pulled down into sleep without interference. I started thinking there was something in the tea.

It took a while for Shigaraki to come around, as Kurogiri said. He heard the rustling of me rolling around in bed on his way back from getting a glass of water from the kitchen. "Hey, you still awake?"

I turned over and sat up. "Am I bothering you? I'm sorry-"

"You wanna come play games with me?" It was an unexpected question. He never talked much to me so I figured he wanted to keep his distance.

But I still agreed, ending up in his dark room where only the TV cast its artificial light over us. He pulled up another pillow for me to sit with him, leaning back against the mattress and box-spring stack. He resumed his game, some kind of RPG with amazing art and storytelling. The main character had jet black hair and traveled with three other guys of varying talents and personalities. They seemed to have a great relationship together as they trekked across their virtual world in a fancy car. (1000 brownie points if you know which game i'm referencing)

There was a hilarious part in the game where the crew rode on the backs of these fluffy, yellow birds that were the size of ostriches. "What's the point of this part?" I asked curiously.

Shigaraki beamed at the screen, his chapped lips spreading in joy. "It's just something you always have to do in these games."

My eyes remained glued to the screen. Shigaraki wouldn't ask me if I wanted to play after one time, which I appreciated. I'm not too good at playing games, I prefer watching other people play them from the sidelines. I followed the complicated story line, impressed with how fleshed out the world is, the detail in the art, and the power system interface. If I were better at gaming, I'd understand how amazing it would feel playing it; I was immersed in it even as a spectator.

The game got to a cave-crawling segment. The eased up voice acting, ambient noise, and dimmed lighting made my eyes heavy. I didn't want to fall asleep in Shigaraki's room, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep if I went back to mine.

"You can sleep if you want. Get comfortable."

Though he didn't particularly use a motherly voice like Kurogiri, I understood he was trying to come off the same way. I ended up laying on my head on my pillow, sprawling onto the floor on my stomach, the noise of the game slowly lulling me off to sleep. In the morning, I would wake to a blanket pulled over my body. It somehow became a weekly occurrence; we wouldn't talk to each other, but the silence was comfortable. It was reassuring that I didn't always need that strange tea to put me to sleep.

Late nights with Twice are probably my favorite. He's like a huge dad, or much older big brother. I connected with him on a more emotional level than the rest. If I found myself in the kitchen rummaging for snacks, he'd come up and pick out a bunch and sit us at the table with some tea.

"I have trouble sleeping too sometimes," he admitted, popping some chips in his mouth. "I was lonely before I found these guys. I had no one but myself, and the many versions of myself weren't the most forgiving on me either."

I stared down at my glass of warmed milk. "So your thoughts were actually told out loud to you all the time?" I whispered softly.

"Yup." He blinked before waving his hands in front of his face wildly. "But that doesn't mean I had it worse than you, that's not what I'm saying at all! Your problems are just as valid and important and-!"

"It's okay, I understand."

He offered a sympathetic lopsided smile. "I know you've been through a lot, kid, and it probably feels like a lot and nothing at the same time. The times when it feels like a lot will hurt, and that's okay. You'll get through it and grow up to deal with it in your own way. And there is a light at the end of the tunnel, believe me. You can't see it now, but it's there. Keep fighting through it." He touched my hand over the glass. "I'm here for you, we're here for you."

I felt like crying, suddenly choked up by the bitter nostalgia of missing my parents. "You'd be a great Dad, Twice." I tried to cover for my tears and unsteady voice by clearing my throat and rubbing my eyes.

He hummed in response. "I've always wanted a kid. Things never ended up that way though."

I found myself finally sobbing at his misfortune piling on top of mine. "That's really shitty actually," I choked out.

He handed me a tissue to wipe my face with. "Let it out, kid. Sometimes it's good to just cry it out."

And I did, until I finally sobbed myself to sleep at the table, and Twice picked up and returned me to my bed, tucking me in like the soft dad he should've been.

Dabi remained the hard nose one, keeping his distance and looking down on me. Like Shigaraki, walked by my room while I was tossing around, but he stood over my bed. "Hey. If you don't go to sleep, I'm putting you to work."

Put me to work he did, sending me out to fetch him snacks, cards, or cigarettes. Once, he decided to join me and we ended up on the roof of our abandoned building after coming back from the convenience store. The stars already dusted the sky as Dabi lit the cigarettes with his blue flames just for fun, watching them disintegrate into ash in front of his eyes. I never knew how to get him to open up, he's too gruff for me to start a conversation with him, so I stuck to being mesmerized by his flames.

"What's on your mind that you can't sleep, kid?" he finally asked, breaking the awkward silence and cutting off his quirk to stare me hard in the eyes.

"N-Nothing." I hated to admit it, but I'm scared of Dabi the most. Both him and Shigaraki can end my life in a fraction of a second, but Dabi overall has the scarier aura. "Just...thinking."

After a few more moments of braving his stare, he looked up. "Yeah, we all do that a lot, don't we? Us damn human can't help but think. It'd be nice if we can pull the cord sometimes, yeah?"

"I guess," I answered carefully.

He studied me again out of the corner of his eye before flickering back up. "Do you ever think that's why none of us survive well alone? We need other people to distract us all the time because then we'd get stuck in our heads, and we all know how dangerous that can be if we're stuck there for too long. It never ends well." He adjusts himself, placing his hands behind his head to rest his neck. "We all got demons, kid. It's what makes us stronger, but you gotta grow from them first. And I guess that's what the rest of us are for, so if you need us, you know what to do."

It was with Dabi that I realized he had a point. I'm not alone anymore and none of the others seem to think of me as a stranger or a stupid little kid they have to be responsible for. I'm a member of this group now, I should rely on them as support, just not in the traditional way.

How I ultimately ended up here doesn't help any of the awful things I tell myself or what happened to me, but being here definitely helps, especially when I'm surrounded by people who subtly share solidarity with for now.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villians x reader #dabi #toga himiko #mha twice #kurogiri #shigaraki #request #platonic #gender neutral reader #comfort #league of villains imagine #league of villains scenario #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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superphantom crossovers by sapphireswimming

For ease of access, my published superphantom (Danny Phantom x Supernatural) crossovers are listed below (and in an ao3 collection)

There are also some additional crossover sentence-stories in Apricity (ao3) and 100 word drabbles in Turning Pages (ao3)

Track Record (ao3) The Winchesters are excellent at researching, but that doesn't always mean they like what they find

Resplendent (ao3) Everything about the room was wrong. It was too bright. Filled with nauseatingly ornate furniture and art. And he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there

The Only Voice Coming Back (ao3) The house has been abandoned for years and Sam and Dean are about to find out exactly why no one's tried to fix it up. with podfic!

The Fires Burn at Midnight (ao3) The ghost wants them to go away

More Than Bullets (ao3) They were just looking for some futuristic stun guns. Honestly

For the Sake of the Song (ao3) Swing Era AU. It's the big night for Sam (and Sam) and Dean is determined that nothing will ruin it for them. Except maybe his two left feet

Paradiso (ao3) Of all the doors he'd walked through, this was by far the nicest

Half a Time (ao3) Clockwork has meddled enough

Motnahprepus (ao3) Companion piece to The Cinderninja's "Superphantom". Honestly, their day had been doomed from the beginning

Down the Road (ao3) Nearly a decade has passed since there was any trouble in Amity Park but now the Winchesters can't get there fast enough

Fraternizing (ao3) Sometimes they couldn't care less about the affairs of Heaven and Hell

For the Man With (Almost) Everything (ao3) Charismatic billionaire Vlad Masters has everything he could ever want in the world. Except… we all know that isn't quite true

Spin Off (ao3) Writing was hard. But if there was one thing worse than putting Sam and Dean through cliché plots like The Bugs and The Seven Deadly Sins, it was running out of ideas entirely

and is this silence all you're going to say? (ao3) It hadn't crossed their minds that Danny hadn't told anyone

Tangling (ao3) For once in their lives, getting information isn't the problem. The Winchesters have too much of it. Finding out the truth is the hard part

Bottom of the Barrel (ao3) Jack Fenton was having the worst day of his life. The woman in black said that she could help with that

The Only Thing Worse (ao3) Sam had never grown up "normal." He had never fit in at the many schools he'd attended. He'd always been picked on. But it wasn't until years later that he realized that maybe... maybe that was more normal than he thought

All My Children (ao3 pt1) (ao3 pt2) Maddie made a mistake, but to fix it, she made an even bigger one. Because now, in a Wyoming cemetery, Dean realizes that even using the Colt's last bullet, this is far from over

Regnant (ao3) Sam and Dean once again require the services of the King of Hell. Only... apparently there have been some regime changes since the last time they looked

But Oxygen is Loud (ao3) Danny was alone in the house. But never, of course, as alone as he thought he was

On the Road to Nowhere (ao3) end!verse. Dean's in a future where nothing is the same. Not even himself

Wrong (ao3) Wrong everything. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong idea. Which is why it isn't hard to see how the entire plan fell to pieces

QED (ao3) There was no possible way that a man with a track record like Vlad Masters' was not destined for Hell when he finally kicked the bucket, so Crowley sets out on a mission to find out exactly why he cannot find the man's name on his enrollment list

The Nasty Burger (ao3) The only thing that might be able to salvage this day is a good burger before he hits the sack. That's all Dean wants. And is it really so much to ask?

Lonely Gray (ao3) Sam took a shot in the dark. The Winchesters were caught by surprise. (He had a hole in his heart and there were tears in her eyes)

The Billionaire You Know (ao3) Because there's only one person Crowley would trust with something as important as this

Strange Sanctuary (ao3) It was the most haunted city in the country and it drew the Winchesters like a magnet

Putting Out the Welcome Mat (ao3) When the Fenton Portal first starts up, the Winchesters are the first to get the invitation to see it in action. Dean can only form one coherent thought: "what have you done?"

Just Another Day (ao3) The Winchesters are over and it's just turning into a very, very stressful night for Jazz

On the Nature of Ghosts (ao3) The Winchesters talk shop with Danny. Because these ghosts of his in Amity Park? Really weird

By Any Other Name (ao3) Sam, meet Sam. Oh. That's going to get confusing pretty quickly if we work together, isn't it?

Sacred Circle (ao3) Danny wakes up trapped by hunters using unconventional weapons - salt, iron, and shotguns. He isn't liking it. Not one bit

#superphantom #danny phantom #supernatural #crossover #i just realized I'd never made a tumblr masterlist of my own superphantom crossovers?#and that seemed like something i should have done haha so here you go #all of my finished superphantom fics linked in one place #maybe one day I can get back to the literal 100 plus pages of wips and post more #but it is not this day #mine #ss

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