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aloesarchives · 10 days

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JJK Drabble #2

Tw/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Fluff, Fluff Brainrot, Domesticity, Family Man Toji, Usage of Wife and Mom, JJK Oc added

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Reader: Female, Usage of Wife and Mom

AU: Modern/"Toji Lives" Au

(A/N): I'm back! Well, kinda of. Long story short, dealt w/college stuff and had a health scare that kept me away from writing. Also had a mini burnout too. More is explained here!

Thinking about Toji taking up crocheting and knitting because he saw how expensive yet cheaply made certain items like blankets are made. So he buys a simple set to try it out, following Youtube tutorials and watching videos for ideas. Once he masters the basics, Toji is LOCKED IN once again. Making full on hand-made blankets, scarves, hats, mittens/gloves, stuffed animals, covers/cases, bags, scrunchies, even damn rugs. Anything you ask him for, he’ll make it. This ends up being very practical to Toji because he saves so much money by just making them at home himself. It has to be the premium, natural, good quality type. Organic cotton, wool, cashmere, alpaca/llamas, silk, linen, mohair, bamboo, hemp, all of that. Tell him about polyester or something and he tells you to put that shit back. He buys the premium yarn nearby, locally, or gets them imported internationally. Gets every and any colors because he never wants to be limited when making his projects.

There was a throw blanket you wanted for the couch but it was expensive and the size was a lot smaller than you hoped. The next day, you come home to see Toji making it for you. The same color but better quality and inexpensive, and it was the size you wanted too. You were happy and amazed that he made it within a day. Living off your praise and approval, Toji just makes everything. Since he can’t get carpal tunnel or arthritis, his hands and wrists never get tired from working. Though, his posture does get bad and his back aches from being hunched over. The blanket in your bedroom with Toji? He made that shit with fucking love and care. He actually made multiple ones depending on the weather and season.

Man has even made throw pillows, regular pillows, water bottle cases, table cloths, coasters, bags, cushions, and made your own curtains. I mentioned before that everything in your home was either made, customized, or renovated by Toji. This stays TRUE because almost all the pillows and blankets in the house are his creation. The blankets and pillows that cover Megumi and Tsumiki’s beds? All Toji. Both pillows and blankets match each other and are in respective colors for the two. Megumi has one at his dorm because it gets cold over there and he hates sleeping in the cold.

If you are a stuffed animal fiend, like me, you ask Toji to make you any stuffed animal you want. Definitely make squishmallow dupes for you if you asked him. In your personal room/office, there’s a pile of stuffed animals in the corner from Toji that you pluck one from the pile and hold it while relaxing or walking around the house. The ones he loves to make are bees, dragons, whales, dolphins and dogs. And they’re so soft and huggable, you squeeze them all the time. Toji just grins to himself knowing the things he makes brings you and the kids happiness.

Toji “Anything my wife wants, my wife gets. No questions asked” Fushiguro

It’s normal for you to come home to see Toji crocheting/knitting away at something. You either find him in three places at home: the engawa in front of the courtyard and garden, the family room with the shoji doors open, or in his personal room/office. Mostly, he sits outside sitting on the engawa working away at something. It makes him work better, or so he says. Makes his own needles and hooks because of his big hands. Megumi still has his crocheted stuffed puppy when he was younger, still going strong even though it’s been worn down from love. Tsumiki has all the Sanrio characters knitted/crocheted as gifts from Toji.

Tsumiki always wears her hair up in a ponytail, Toji makes her scrunchies in her favorite designs and colors. Her favorite cardigans and pullover sweaters that keep her warm during fall and winter were made by Toji because he wanted to try making outerwear. Luckily it worked in his favor. Tsumiki asked Toji if he could make her a tote bag because she needed a bag for outings. She comes home from school one day to see three of them in different sizes. She has those cute little flower keychains on her school bag and outing bags too because she asked Papa Toji for them. The massive white and blue circle rug in her room is from Toji.

Megumi’s winter scarf, earmuffs, and hat are made by Toji too. Megumi will never admit it out loud but he appreciates that Toji made it for him. They keep him and he doesn’t feel the wind chills nipping at his face. Megumi also appreciates his dad for making his stuffed animals. I’m projecting here but Toji made a set of plush stuffed animals after his shadows. His divine dogs, all of them. Megumi keeps them on his stuffed animal net in the top corner above his bed. Megumi wears a jacket and hoodie made by Toji all year round because of how versatile they are. In general, they’re Megumi’s favorite clothes to wear too.

Thinking about asking Toji to make a present for Nobara and Yuuji on their birthdays. You asked Nobara what her favorite color and style was while Yuuji said he wanted a new hoodie. Toji makes them pretty fast and the two are in love with their gifts. Nobara is wearing her bag EVERYWHERE, and I mean, EVERYWHERE she goes. Yuuji, like Megumi, ends up loving his hoodie that you always see him wear when he’s in casual clothes. Since Nanako and Mimiko grew up with Megumi and Tsumiki, one of Nanako’s cardigans and a pair of her socks are made by Toji while Mimiko only has a random plushie Toji made for her when she was younger because Suguru had to clean the other one.

Not me thinking about how Tsumiki, Megumi, and Mayumi(JJK OC) baby blankets are handmade by Toji himself with their own individual design and patterns. Megumi and Tsumiki’s are still in good condition even though they were lovingly used by the two throughout their whole life. Their baby hats, socks, and certain outfits were all made by him. He keeps them all in individual boxes to not lose them. Gets sentimental and nostalgic that you catch him staring as he holds the small clothes in his big hands. Reminiscing about Megumi and Tsumiki being babies and small children, now realizing that they are growing up before his eyes.

God, all of it is thoroughly well knitted and crocheted that people thought you bought it from a store. “No, actually my husband made it for me. Isn’t he skillful and amazing?” Your friends and co-workers lowkey ask you if Toji is willing to take commissions for them. They’ll pay for it obviously but they want good quality home-made items Toji makes which gives you an idea. You asked Toji if he considered making orders for other people besides his family. He did think about it but he said he would get overwhelmed when receiving orders and packing them up. You asked him if dealing with the orders and packaging them would help him change his mind. So you unintentionally set up a small business with Toji. His shop consists of blankets, bags and baskets of any kind, pot holders, rugs, coverings, and pillows. It runs where one week is for receiving orders, one month is for making them, and another month to send them out. Making a spreadsheet/list for Toji to show what he needs to make. Probably gets finished with all the orders in two weeks or something.

For some reason, Toji wears eye-glasses when he knits and crochets. You don’t know why but it makes him more handsome that your brain rots/short circuits every time you see him working away. He got you all flustered and down bad it’s insane(but absolutely valid). But you don’t understand why he would need them since he already has better vision and eye-sight than 99% of the population.

“Honey, since when do you need glasses?”

“I need it so I don’t strain my eyes when working on them?”

“Can you, like, squint? You already have 20/10 vision. You don’t need glasses when you have superhuman vision, Baby.”

“Doll, just because I have good eye-sight doesn’t mean my eyes aren’t as sensitive. My eyes are still bugged by light, shit hurts and gives me headaches. Anyway, can you pass me the blue yarn in front of ya?”

Megumi and Tsumiki always see you with their Toji. You’re chilling and minding your own business with their baby sister napping away while Toji is working away at a rug because he is bored. Even though he’s been doing this since they were young, the two still can’t get over how their dad can make a king-sized blanket(start to finish) in four hours. Or when they come home from school and see Toji finishing up on a big and long green dragon, turning to Megumi and Tsumiki asking them, “Do you two think your mom would like this?” Or they could be chilling then Toji asks them to try on the projects he finished to see how they look. Tsumiki and Megumi are his main critics, you are too but you aren’t bothered by certain details to criticize Toji’s projects so he leaves it to the kids.

Mayumi(JJK OC) is chilling by Toji as he’s working away, either sleeping away or playing with her stuffed animals close within sight. Being the three year old she is, she sometimes hides underneath the unfinished blankets and pops up from under to surprise Toji. Papa Toji gives his iconic DILF chuckle that has you GEEKING and GIGGLING like a damn school girl when you get the chance to hear it every time. He just pats her head, calling her a little rascal or princess, then resumes.

I’m projecting once again but you know those cute crochet dolls? Like the ones with the big black eyes, big head, small body, and no mouth? Toji made those of the entire family. There’s one of himself in his iconic black compression shirt, white sweatpants, and kung fu slippers. He added a little scar too where his mouth would be. Then there is your’s, all pretty and pristine with your iconic outfit. Toji getting your colors and features down to the bone. Next is Megumi and Tsumiki, literal carbon copies of their real versions. Toji said Megumi’s hair was the hardest part to make lol. Then Mayumi’s doll is later added once she’s born. The mini Fushiguro Doll set sits on the top shelf of a pristine black display case, next to the tv, in the family room.

He’s the type of guy you wouldn’t expect to be good at a skill like this then later found out he’s an absolute master and god among men. Toji doesn’t parade around craftsmanship because he knows how some guys have fragile egos. But he won’t shy away when people ask him about his work. Pulls out his phone to show people the things he made with two needles, one crochet hook, and a shit load of yarn.

Satoru, being the shitter he is, tries to tease and bully Toji about it. To which you reprimand and scold him for it. But Toji doesn’t care about dealing with his antics because it’s a practical skill and keeps him out of trouble. Then you remind Satoru that his winter scarf he always wears was made, the one you gifted him for his 18th birthday, was made by Toji at your request. Satoru never wore any scarf because he thought you made it for him. But for you to tell him Toji actually made it for him, Satoru shuts himself up and doesn’t shit on Toji anymore.

Toji loves it when his family uses/wears the things that he made. Usually wears a goofy smile or grin on his face to conceal his prideful yet satisfied self, knowing his creations are appreciated and loved by his family.

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irides-solstice · 1 month

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ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ.

★彡[ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀᴋᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅꜱ. ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ 내복곰 ɴᴇʙᴏᴋɢᴏᴍ'ꜱ ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴠʟᴏɢꜱ]彡★

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You watch silently as the quiet whisking of cream echoes in the silent kitchen. It was close to 3am, yet both you and the Trancy butler were wide awake. One would assume you two were up to some... um inappropriate behaviour. It was quite late after all. But contrary to popular belief, Claude was not always up to nefarious actions. Sometimes, it's the simple day to day activities that would end up gaining his interest. Like crocheting in the garden with a cup of tea long after the master of the manor had gone to bed. Or other times, tending to the garden, maybe even a game of chess against himself...

The clinking of bottles provided the perfect ambience as he mixes various different ingredients in an attempt to rid out the taste of lemon. He's a bit of a perfectionist. So, when he accidentally added a tad bit too much, while chatting with you, he became hell bent on fixing it. Yes, it is almost unnoticeable, the lemony touch, but he refuses to let it go. So, you sit there all quiet and pretty in your knee length nightgown, your legs swinging back and forth as you try not to laugh at his apron. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused, with an intimidating glare in his eyes. Yet you could hardly feel yourself scared when looking at him due to his attire. A small white bandana holding his hair back from his face, makes him look….funny. Not that you’d ever admit it. You swallow a chuckle at his attire. Not wanting to distract him anymore. Pfft, you weren't sure how much more teasing he'd tolerate from you.

For all his indulgence in meaningless human activities, he never once thought he would be sharing these moments with another. To demons, said activities are useless after all. No need for said food, and even if needed, there was no need to craft it himself. Yet he does. Perhaps he even seeks it for his own enjoyment. That would explain his insistence on perfecting his baking techniques... Yes, this late at night, because when special interests arise who's to stop him? Who with the authority to hold him back anyways. But perhaps he yearns for someone to share it with.... That would explain his lack of irritation towards you when he accidentally added a bit too much of an ingredient. Getting carried away when listening to you was quickly becoming one of his worst traits.

However, as you struggle to stifle a yawn as your teary eyes forbid you from staying awake any longer. Vision becoming blurry but just as you were about to cave to your slumber. His voice rings out. "That seems about right. Here, try it." Before your eyes have even opened properly, he's shoving his index and middle finger inside your mouth. The tips of his gloved fingers covered in a small sample of the cream he just prepared. You gag and immediately hold his wrist in weak protest. But his glare quickly stops any intention to push him away. Eyebrows raised as if daring you to stop him. He knows you won't though. "Go on, tell me what you think." Swirling your tongue around to taste the whipping cream about to be used, you watch a small grin creep onto his face. Your eyes roll back to your head with a quiet groan. It actually tasted quite nice. If he could be arsed to, guests would flock to the Trancy manor to taste his pastries.... As you mull over the thought of advertising his cooking to your friends and family, his eyes begin to dart to the newly whipped cream, and then back at you. Low lidded eyes suddenly glowing as he watches you. Perhaps he won't reserve it for the croissant, his mind quickly finding a new better use for his newly prepared assortment. "So? Don't tell me you've forgotten the task at hand already... Well, that's a shame I thought I taught you better."

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quotidian-oblivion · 1 year

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✨Out of context lines shitpost Pt. 2✨

And Nogolsta (@mispeltnostalgia) and Quo come back with more out of context lines!

*After posting part 1*

Nogolsta: We should not be allowed on the internet Quo: Yep.

Stupid shit that we say during class, but as the Batfam:

Damian: I will hold you at knifepoint.

Steph: Please don't, I'm scared of sharp objects please. I'll hold you at crochet point. Nogolsta: I also feel like Jason would know how to crochet.

Alfred: Time to wake up Master Tim.

Tim: But… beep— beep hasn't gone beep yet.

*alarm rings with the "Revenge" by Captainsparklez and Tryhardninja as the tone*

Alfred:

Alfred: Is that really what your alarm is?

Jason, about the Milf song: Isn't this just pleasant to wake up to?

Damian to Jason: I think that's how you wake up in hell. Nice to see that you're practicing.

Tim about Jason: There is nothing better than watching a 6 foot 2 tall man clutching a teenage girl’s arm out of fear.

Tim: If anyone punches my younger brother, please tell me how it felt. Like— was it satisfying? Did an angel sing when a fist connected with his shithole face?

Dick: If anyone punches my sisters. Uh, beware, cuz… I’m not taking you to the hospital.

Tim, sleep-deprived: If I had permission, I would drink— drink? Drink green wool?

Bruce: Damian, when am I gonna get grandchildren?

Damian, rocking up the next day with a cat: This is purrcy. He is your grandchild.

Tim: *dying of allergies*

Jason: *dying of laughter. Again.*

Steph on patrol: *gasp* A pigeon! You're so scruffy looking! You look so diseased, I love you! You look like you could give me rabies! C'mere darling. Hello, baby— aw, it flew away :(

Part 3

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tvy0m1 · 13 days

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Got any demon school head cannons?

Although I have no idea what characters you want specifically (and I sadly am not gonna do the entire cast) I'm just gonna do the losers in my brain ! Edit: I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THIS LEMME GET BACK TO WORK!!!

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Agares-

I ❤️ my freckled sleepy baby!

Although he's a demon and like has claws, He doesn't like having sharp claws and usually bites them or files them down. Because he when he sleeps, he grips his hair or grabs his skin so he'll accidentally cut himself if he keeps them sharp and long.

He loves soft things, they help him sleep which is why he always has his cloud (Master I think?)

He usually goes Non-verbal sometimes. He's overstimulated 24/7

Bite he likes biting things (sometimes chews on Gaap or Master(?))

He likes Kikuo (or whatever the demon version is)

Agares also really likes Miracle Musical, Tally Hall, and Jack Stauber

REALLY GOOD LIAR! Like super good at it

He's tried to not cuss much, especially when he screamed shit at Gaaps house and Gaaps dad was all like 'ExCuSe Me?!?!???"

He's trans :3 uses He/him

He was aroace but now is questioning he may be gay and aroace flux

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Lied-

I also love my Lied💛💛💛

Surprisingly knows how to waltz and play the violin (also the guitar)

Also likes to bite people. He usually bites Asmodeus' or Sabros hands when he's having a breakdown

Really good at cutting his hair with safety scissors? He cut his hair (not just his bangs) once and Shakky was proud but told him he'd be grounded if he did it again

He got so used to being alone he's still getting used to being so busy

He gets cramps in his leg so really easily so that's why he uses his tail

He also listens to Kikuo but not as much as Agares, he mainly listens to Ricky Montgomery or Conan Gray. Agares' weird music taste concerns him-

HATES when people stand behind him- it just makes him really creeped out-

His fingers have a lot of scars on them because he styles his hair and sometimes (all the time) burns himself

Him and Elizabetta will randomly swap clothes. Like she'll just take off her shirt and throw it at Lied- he'll do the same

Another trans masc :3, he uses He/They

Another dude who went through the five stages of grief trying to figure out his sexuality. He's bisexual with a preference for women (but surprising no one he has a boyfriend Asmodeus-)

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Asmodeus x Lied Headcanons-

Look. If you think I'm not going to talk about these two YOU'RE wrong!

They're literally hot hands x cold hands and I love them for that

Asmodeus would beat anybody up who messed with Lied. Lied can't keep his emotions in if he gets messed with he'll cry - and Asmodeus will know immediately.

When Lied went into the haunted house Asmodeus had to run out of the booth just to calm him. Infact Asmodeus refused to do his thing and scare Lied cause he hates seeing him cry

Asmodeus crochets Lied hats

Lied once lost a keychain Asmodeus gave him and felt super bad (offered to pay Asmodrus back)

Lieds poor ass literally gifted Asmodeus a puppy on his birthday. If that ain't love then I don't know what is

Shakky pretends to not know about their relationship but she's been placing bets with Amaryllis on when they'll get married.

When Amaryllis found out about Asmodeus' binder she was kind of upset and made sure he didn't wear it anymore. Lied smuggles extra binders in his bag to give to Asmodeus

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Nafra Ampsey-

I love them... she's the girl ever and I adore her for that

She went to bath and body works with Ameri and Ronove. And Ronove dumped so many perfumes on her

Nafra is extremely sensitive to smell

She doesn't really like wearing dresses but she does sometimes

She likes baking, she bakes cupcakes for Ronove usually their strawberry flavored

If she could speak any human language it'd be French and Russian

She has a heavy accent but tries to hide it. It comes out when she gets mad or really emotional

When she cries she just says a ton of stuff in Russian. Ronove learned Russian so he'd understand what was happening

Her and Ronove are somewhat dating? She's not ready for a relationship but he's willing to wait

Bigender (She/He), Grey sexual, and bi

#mairimashita! iruma kun #Nafra Ampsey #Asmodeus Alice #Lied Shax #Asmolied #< ship tag #Or Shice #Shice #Agares picero #welcome to demon school iruma kun #Wtdsik #Mairuma #mairimashita iruma kun

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riewritten · 7 months

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what do you think Erwin considers himself that he sucks at but at the same time he enjoys doing it? suddenly i thought of tiktoks that are like "having a hobby you're bad at is okay". do you have any hobbies you consider yourself not good at too?

tbh i think the "bad" and "good" stuffs are all social constructs, but i'm still struggling with crocheting just bc i think i suck but at the same time i know that's something i do for relax. still sometimes i can't afford to think that way??? do you have the same problem and have you overcome it? i have no idea if this is a prompt or just me asking you stuffs.

do you often project what you're thinking into your writing and visual arts and any other form of art?

oh my god this is getting nowhere 🥲🥲 thank you for reading Rie. have a good day!!!

THE BEST BIRTHDAY

ERWIN SMITH X GEN NEUTRAL!READER

TAGS: fluff, slice of life, kissing, comfort, office romance AU, idiots in love, insecurities, and AAAA HAPPEE BIRTHDAY ERWIN (this also goes with my most recent ask)

WORDS: 2.9k

hi @frenchdyer ❤ i know i took this long bc i've been thinking about this. like the otherworldly self-reflectio i only tend to have once in a year or whenever i'm PMS-ing lol. how's your crocheting? were you able to improve somehow months after you had sent me this msg? my sister gifted me a crochet kit, so i've been planning to learn, too!

on a personal note, the hobby i suck at but enjoy doing nonetheless is drawing! perhaps it's a self-esteem issue, but i've been drawing since i was 5. the passion came to me even before i learned how to write! due to the amount of years i've been trying to master it only to have minimal progress, i can say drawing is smth i can never admit i'm good at. but i came to terms to it now (when i was in highschool i was so insecure about it lol) and bc i did, i draw things to enjoy, not bc i'm utterly pressured to improve!

On the surface, even his closest friends would have a different time answering this question. It's Erwin we're talking about, after all! The literal embodiment of academic perfection and charisma!

Erwin also wants to think of something other than an answer. Although he admits his flaws well when someone points them out, he wants to be good at everything as much as possible. For a perfectionist like him, self-admittance would mean giving up!

It is until you said something that made him recnsider. "Sometimes, I don't see you as a human."

In hindsight, the context of your question was, "What do you want to have for your birthday?" but Erwin seems to be the type to already have the things he'd want and need in life, perhaps if one were to speak materially. Every gift he'd receive would only impact him a little, and you want to change that.

He chuckles at the remark, amused as your features remain serious, "Do I feel like an alien?"

"Dunno," you shrug without turning up at him—only at the papers, hiding a frustrated blush. "And if you're actually a slimy organism underneath? It scares me."

You hear the office chair sliding towards you, and as swift as ever, Erwin's hand is on top of yours. He squeezes it gently, and you try to hold your fluster by glaring at him. Luckily. Only the two of you are in the office; what would the others say if they saw this? You and Erwin made it clear to keep your relationship hidden by acting 'decent' in public places.

He lets you feel its warmth first, although unsure of the reason why, then he guides your hand towards his cheeks. He presses your palm on it.

"W-what?"

Erwin casually leans his cheek to your palms, albeit with a tranquil expression contrary to you, perhaps amusingly watching your reaction. "Mind repeating what you said earlier?"

"I said underneath. Hypothetically. And I don't mean it literally as well."

"Underneath? Well, that's quite a unique way of asking me to—"

You swatted your hand away and lightly hit his chest as you couldn't hold the fluster. "Stop playing with me. I'm not done yet."

"Well, I'm done."

"Please don't make it my problem."

"I'm actually offering to help."

You perk up in glee. If Erwin's to help, then you might as well consider yourself done. You pulled your chair away from your desk so Erwin could look at it.

However, Erwin asks something completely unrelated amidst the heap of your paperwork. "Why do you not see me as a human?"

"You feel like some sort of god."

"Silly, that's a metaphor that would fit you more."

"Oh, you. Stop flustering me." you huff in sarcasm. "You know about the crocheted scarf I was planning to give you before winter ends?"

"Yeah, and it's summer already. I'm still waiting for it, though."

"I threw it away."

"Huh?" Erwin looks at you in surprise, eyebrows twitched in confusion, perhaps in a whine. He knows you've been trying so hard for it. "Why would you?"

"I'm not good at it."

"But you were enjoying it. You told me so."

"Not because I enjoy it means I'm good at it," you then smile in defeat. "Let's just say I'm not as fast at learning as you are, no matter how much the task interests me. Maybe that's why I sometimes can't deem you human, too. Too good for me, I think."

Erwin could only observe you afterward. You don't try to make it a big issue, none but admittance that unpretentiously comes out of your mouth. As much as it is, perhaps, concerning self-esteem, Erwin is the one hit by it. The way you could admit your flaws a bit too easily and go home without pondering on it is something he couldn't easily do even if he tried. It takes one to help overcome an insecurity and another to admit his own.

"That's not true."

"It is. You really excel at everything, Erwin. That's something I also yearn to have for myself. You don't have flaws. Or, well, let's say you have one, but no normal being can see it so easily."

Well, you were able to lay down his flaws then and there. After all, he's having difficulty coming to terms with his flaws—or perhaps, on saying such admittances out loud. You are right. As much as Erwin demands you to open yourself up to him, some facets stay unsaid because he opts to and wants to remain an ideal image, perhaps one who can only admit his inadequacy if someone points it out. You're the complete opposite, though. You could admit your flaws and still end the day happily. The 'incompatibility', or so you might call it, could be giving him a hard time consoling you.

Oh, and when he recently enjoys consoling you the most. He really appreciates having you open up to him, enjoys the privilege of being able to take care of you as you let him, enjoys listening to your blabbers, and offers resolutions just like the strategic man he is. After all, he's one of the few people who sees that.

Only if he doesn't suck doing it.

"Oh no, did I say something that upset you?" you ask worriedly, sensing his silence.

And he's not the one to be given comfort right now, or so he thinks. It's as if you hit a nail, albeit unaware of how and where it hit him.

Just as if closing the distance is the needed nudge, Erwin pulls your figure towards him, holds both cheeks and surrenders to sweet kisses. Erwin's lips are warm, and the pace is languid. Yet, it's overwhelming enough to deprive you of your senses, let alone the urgent question of why he is suddenly acting the way he is. This might be the first time he got intimate with you inside the workplace. You know this type of kiss from him, too—he does it whenever he's dreary or after working on a significant research paper that got him weary.

The worry reverberates, and thus, you withdraw from the kiss, "Is this because of the scarf? I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have thrown it away. Don't worry, I'll make another one and—hmph!"

He cuts you off for another kiss, harsher this time, perhaps classified as a silent sulk for cutting off the lovely exchange, but no—you're wrong. It's not on you at all. Erwin is frustrated with himself. He holds onto your waist until you're seated on his lap and wraps his hand around your neck to press you further to his chest—hoping it would compensate for the distance you two have due to his inadequacies. To be great in giving you solace is to be vulnerable and imperfect; how could he do that?

He withdraws when both of you need air, albeit begrudgingly, "I'm sorry, Erwin. I know you waited for that scarf."

"No, it's not about that."

"Then what?"

He pretended to ponder for a few seconds, eyes roaming the room to gather his words. He pursed his lips before pointing out, "Don't you think the way you perceive me as a human far beyond you is a flaw I might have? Partners are not supposed to see each other that way."

"I'm merely exaggerating."

"Yes, but still."

"Are you saying you must apologize to me because you're such a perfect being?"

"No, because I'm failing to show you that I'm not."

Oh.

You finally see where he's coming from. "Are you failing by choice?"

He averts his gaze away, "Yes."

"Then it can really be a flaw," you flash him a sympathetic smile, moving his face so he'd see you in the eyes again, "can you tell me why?"

“I'm not brave enough to show it the way other people do."

"You just did, honey."

"Not because I want to, but because I'm insecure about my inability to console you like a normal partner would. The way you perceive me right now says a lot about our distance. And mind you, doing this isn't even supposed to be this hard."

Both of you stopped. That is by far the most vulnerable thing he had said about himself since you started dating months ago—and it wouldn't even sound vulnerable unless it came out of Erwin's mouth. That's how hard he's been all this time.

He expects you to be annoyed. After all, that might be one of the shallowest reasons he had ever given, too.

But then you smile as if you appreciate him for saying that much—just as if you know it takes a lot for the Erwin Smith to admit something like that, "It's not something you can unlearn overnight. Do not fret."

He lets out a defeated chuckle, "That I know well."

"What's strange is that I'm not your first partner. How come this didn't become a problem with your previous ones?"

"Because people are content to perceive me that way. At some point, I preferred that, too. Honestly—" he leans his head on your shoulder, hands on your waist to keep your balance on his lap, "had it not affected the way I console you, I would prefer things to stay that way."

You pepper him with kisses all over his face, something he accepts as a reward, "Honestly, I would prefer you this way, too. A relationship with a god can be a bit of a struggle, after all."

"Indeed it is. What a struggle I have right now."

You glare at him, "What do you mean by that?"

He shakes his head nothing, hands lurking inside your shirt to feel you more, to shower you with reverence, "Let me finish this now. I miss our bed."

Today is his birthday, and you still need to think of a gift that could be deemed special.

As a last-minute reflection before giving up the gift that has been frustrating you for days, you try to ponder on the previous days since he opened up.

Erwin has become more talkative since then. He's always been chatty towards you since you started the relationship, especially when info dumping. However, this has a stark difference. He's trying too much as if matching an expectation no one but him had set up. Wording it as "forced" would perhaps hurt, but it's not something you could deny, either. Only when afternoon came did you realize how to fix it, with Erwin on a couch and crochet yarns on his lap. He has his phone at the coffee table and the familiar tutor video playing in the background. Eventually he sighs, unties the yarn, and repeats—this time with much precision, and you couldn't help but smile. When Erwin is about to learn something new, he locks himself in his office and spends the whole day studying it alone. Only now did you finally unravel why, and it's apparently part of his mentioned flaw that night.

He might be forcing himself lately, but it's the adjustment that counts.

Erwin perks up in surprise when you sit beside him and hold his hand. You guide his fingers into the correct way of tying the knot. You didn't say anything, and maybe you even tried to act like it's an everyday routine. Erwin pretends to listen and pick up the techniques you're blabbering, but in reality, he's just looking at your face. His lips are flat but twitching as he's trying to hold the urge to steal a kiss. He tries to inhale longer to indulge in the scent of your hair but not too much to call your attention. And as the moment passes, thirty minutes, perhaps because the video's finally done playing in the background, Erwin realizes something.

Just… just what held him back from being like this towards you? This is, in fact, a short step. The bare minimum, even. And even so, it felt genuinely liberating. Indeed, he's been forcing himself to be vulnerable recently, but this is the first time it exuded a positive feeling.

Your hands gently stop, the instruction's done, and Erwin only realizes when you turn to look him in the eye, "You get it?"

"The what?"

"Huh?"

"Oh," Erwin tries to recall what his blank, sappy head might have digested so far, only to no avail. The only thing coming up in his mind right now is the smell of your shampoo. Perhaps his nerdy brain is trying to guess the unfamiliar flavor mix and earn your praise once his guess is correct. "I—uh—"

"You didn't listen at all."

He smiles, guilty.

You sigh, "I'm quite persistent, you see. We're not eating dinner until we both master this knot."

"Wouldn't this wait? I'm not in the mood anymore."

You shake your head and untie the yarn. But just as you're about to quip at his newfound impatience (and how cute he is trying to get the hang of it like a little kid learning origami), Erwin grasps the tool away from your hands and cups your cheeks.

He first lands a chaste peck on your forehead, then the bridge of your nose, then the tip of it, then the two cheeks, and finally, it deepens when he reaches for your mouth.

And because you are indeed a persistent being, you have no idea how shamelessly grateful Erwin was when you did more than just pull him in. He tried to stop himself, after all, for seconds in case it'd do anything better. Maybe you're not in the mood; perhaps you want to see the side of him not knowing better and learning things together. But when his palm glided on your cheek and your eyes widened in response, the tremor in his nerves overpowered the need to ask.

Perhaps the tremor was gratitude because here he is, not getting any younger, and yet, this is only his first genuine step to face his vulnerability.

You kiss him back and wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in, albeit quite sure why he's suddenly kissing you like this.

Unlike the previous one, his kisses are full of gentleness, and not a tinge of frustration can be seen. His hands, although huge and hard, slide inside your shirt so softly to feel your bare skin. You withdraw a bit to ask what might be the matter, but quickly forget the question when you see his face. He's blushing as though it's the first time he has kissed like this. His eyes are pretty lidded, lips a bit open, and you realize that although you had seen this expression before, it was for a very brief moment—not immediately after a chaste kissing session.

He looks at you, quite disappointed for cutting the kiss short again. He grabs you by the ankle until you're sitting on his lap.

"Did something happen?"

He shakes his head, "Saying it out loud would be sappy."

"If you think I'd forgive you for spacing out while I'm—kyah!"

He starts sucking on your neck, "Shut up and don't ruin the moment."

"The what? Hey, don't mark on it. I'm warning you."

Erwin really wants to explain his thoughts. He's sure you'd be glad if you were to know all of this. Even though he could never perceive this as a significant step beyond, he bet you'd be giggling and jumping once you know.

He looks up and tries to explain but realizes how tired he is holding everything in—it took him decades. Erwin addressed it only after loving someone so ardently that he was willing to give up years-long prideful habits—all to love you more. He is exhausted, and your lips are so soft and so near, offering the sheer comfort he needs. It's parted slightly; if his tongue were to slip inside, it would send him into great bliss. Erwin is exhausted right now; perhaps he’d share his thoughts after this overwhelming, trembling warmth subsides.

For now, he at least tries to give a small context, "This is the best birthday I've ever had."

"Y-you think so?!" What have you done? You've been thinking about it for months! How could it happen without you knowing? "We spent the day indoors. We haven't even done anything special yet."

"You'd get quite full of yourself if you knew."

"You're trying to escape for not listening to my crochet blabbers."

"I don't want to get sappy today. Can't we just continue?"

"Well, uh… I really want to know what I did," you avert your gaze away. "I've been at the edge lately, thinking of ways to make you say you got the best birthday today—with me. Now that you finally say it, however…"

Again, it's as if you hit a nail, albeit unsure where and how you did.

"And there you have it. Your answer."

"Huh?" It took you a while to process that. "Because you're with me?"

He nods, albeit in a teasing manner.

"Eek. The sap shudders me."

"That's why I asked if we could just continue where we left off."

"The crocheting, indeed." you tease, but as you're about to reach the tool again, Erwin carries you up in his arms. He doesn't even need to tell you where he'd bring you. The impatient man would straight up lead you to bed to show what he wants.

Instead of scolding him for cutting the lecture off, you sigh and muffle your head in his neck, "You have to thank god it's your birthday today."

"Oh, yes of course," he kisses the crown of your head. "Thank you, dear."

TAGLIST: sorry for causing inconvenience with your notifs, my dears in taglist TT i wasn't planning to publish this tonight but the birthday request activated my brain neurons and said "what if u unload your WIPS and just publish this thing" so yea. sorry. @frenchdyer @watyousayin @collinnmckinley @aeanya @xiaotopia @cadenza-damour @grimistheangerinmystares @rinamars | STORY SUBSCRIPTION FORM

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Hey gang! You can call me Koschei.

Host of the Skeletal System, current frequent fronters are John Constantine, Jamie McCrimmon, the Doctor, and Jim Hawkins.

Hi @delgado-master love you <3

I’m a broke disabled transmasc and I’m currently absolutely fucking terrified about rent, if you want to help out with that I’m at leapingintodisaster on paypal and venmo.

Ao3 is here, I get sad and give all the sad thoughts to fictional characters: https://archiveofourown.org/users/skeletonnoises

Radically inclusive, pro-endo, and transandrophobia is real. I also do not give a shit about what other people ship and antis fucking scare me.

I’m back on my Doctor Who bullshit it’s my comfort show it’s my favorite thing and I will forever be having emotions over Charley Pollard. I’m also a massive anthropology nerd and I love to crochet and embroider.

#dead men do tell tales #hi :3

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So like I the idol AU and thought of some songs they would have as solos without performing as a group. Like these are songs I feel that they would sing on stage or at least release online in a limited edition albulm. I have the song name listed on top to incase the links don't work.

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ALL HAIL SAVIOR- Gavial the Invincible

For the third member of the group, Lil Kingscholar, I see All hail Savior being the song they sing. Gaviel was once shunned by her tribe due to her being affected with oripathy (a terminal disease that crystallizes the body).

"Won their respect back in a brawl!"

Both are/were shunned by those who should have been there for their times of need. Kingscholar, I feel, would have felt a feeling of melancholy and anger. A lion is the living embodiment of pride and confidence. The king of the jungle. I don't believe they would ever give up in gaining the acknowledgement of the elders. They don't do it to to feel valid and worth being part of the royal family. No. They do it out of their own pride. They refuse to be hated and depsisd by their own people and the elders. It's been far to long since they were able to let it all out and with this song, it proves the determination the young lion of the holy sun has. The determination to protect those close to them and to prove themselves to others that they are someone they can trust.

"Trust in me, I will never let you fall!"

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Hunter's Song- Arknights

I feel that the song perfect for Schoenheit would have to be Hunters Song. Though I don't know much about Skadi, I do know that she constantly fights the call to sea. The wails of the seaborn creatures. The cry of them calling for their God's return. She fights against that calling to remain herself.

"I will wander, I will remain"

Schoenheit, I believe, constantly hides their self behind a facade of deceit in order to gain the favor of their dearest elder brother and father. That they can to be successful in the world of entertainment. But no matter how much they try, they just can never get rid of their trueself. Always seeping through the cracks of the mask they worked so hard to build. They want to be the ideal child their father wanted but can't escape that calling to run from everything and dance it all away at the sea shores. They can wander all they want, to create a mask out of blood, deceit, hatred, and self-loathing, but their calling to the truth, their fate, will always remain in the back of their head. No longer do they resist, though growing unruly in nature, that voice of grace and gentleness remain.

"From the chaos, scared and afraid, I will wander, I will remain"

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Spark for Dream- GoldenGlow

For the leader of the group, the person who started it all, Young asim! I think Spark for Dream is kinda of a song they would sing. Susie, a waitress who dreams of owning her own hair salon finally obtains her dream when she successfully purchases a building for her establishment. Finally, after everything that has happened, beaten, verbally attacked, discriminated against, all because of her oripathy, Susie Finally reached her goal. But over night it was taken from her, a fire engulfed the building destroying everything left in it's wake. Gone.

"Though there's darkness all around, there's happiness yet to be found"

Young Asim, neglected by their family due to the abundance of children in the family. They aren't special, they are indeed expendable, just the replacement for the replacement. Unimportant to the grand scheme of things. They constantly do things and master the basics of many things in order to gain the attention of their father and mother, just to be seen and acknowledged. Skating, crocheting, tennis, basketball, swimming, gymnastics, everything, none, none, none. Nothing was worth their parents times, not worth being seen. Constantly they reach their goal of (near) mastering something with great talent, and constantly does it get crushed with the reasoning of it not being enough, it will never be enough. You are not enough. But they don't give up, Susie doesn't lose hope, they think and work to creating an idol group to be noticed, if not by their blood and flesh, the world! To show to everyone in the twisted wonderland that they are enough. That everyone in their little idol group is enough. That I am enough, that we're enough. To take that leap of faith and place their trust in asims hand.

"And one day, our dreams will come true as they're meant to."

"Trust In me! Trust in the me that is enough for you to place your trust in! Take a leap of faith!"- Asim, (Name)

That is enough, for them, you, and I.

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Honorable mention

Standchen- lingering Echos

The first meeting between the two was something to put it in simply. Draconia (Falcone) was walking down the halls of the academy after harshly disciplining the students who vandalized the building, when they suddenly came to a halt. Someone was trailing not far behind. A sheep, one akin to a Shepard of sorts. Asim.

"It would be shame if the Shepard is missing a sheep I do say with dismay" they spoke with sharpness in their tone, beckoning the sheep to reveal themselves.

"I once was a dreamer, but then I grew up and saw the real world."

Sheepishly they walked infront of the disciplinary head as the began to speak, "You know... I'm starting to think you're obsessed with him (rollo) after seeing you 'deal' with the so called troublemakers."

"And? He's one of closet and only person I can a call a friend...and...and I'm not obsessed with him!"

"Then why did you like, ya know, freeze-"

Draconia cut them of, "It was because of my father. He loved this land we stand on and for petty little children to just ruin the land he so loved was so very infuriating."

The young idol got closer to the fae who towered over them as they turned their gaze up to meet the one green orb. To close for comfort yet no one moved, no one flinched, no one said anything about the distance left between eachother.

Draconia just glared at Asim, who in turn gave grin.

"Will you stay a part of me for the rest of my life?"

"Well, don't care about how you dealt with the students or about your father, I just want you.."

This sudden declaration gave draconia quite the shock, flustered, they stepped back once and looked down at the young idol.

".... to be part of our idol group!? Why are turning red?" The sheep began tease the young fae, "did you think I was professing my love or something? I mean, if you really want we can marry! I have the money and stuff to make it happen!" They reached in their pocket for their phone.

"NO!NO!NO!! I just wasn't expecting that, that's all-"

"What about a Saturday? In the eleventh month?"

Draconia just began to refuse the sheep aggressively, frantically waving their arms around in denial. A stark contrast to their original outward appearance.

"I'm not letting you go. You're mine now forever! <3 You, kingscholar, and schoenheit aren't allowed to leave (me) the group by any means! I'll fricking marry you if it means keeping you by my side!!!"

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So there's that. I based off the encounter with draconia and asim on a fanfic I wrote for draconia falcone.... If it wasn't obvious by now, im a huge arknights fan so that was why all the songs are from the game. I love goldenglow, idol Asim is so underated, bodyguard and idol asim are like 100% twins. So ya! Hope this was entertaining to read.

okok not only does the song you chose for lil kingscholar's solo mtch them in general but it also matches who they become in mwezi miji? to go more in depth with their role in the most recent chapter (ch. 5 - grown-up kingscholar), they essentially become one of the guards of the village alongside nuru, the twins, and atiena.

so not only does this song sound like lil kingscholar trying to still gain the acknowledgement of the elders but it also sounds like a promise to the villagers in mwezi miji that they will protect them :D

i really like the sound of lil schoenheit's song :O so soft and pretty :) i can just imagine the mv for it? like they're walking along the shoreline of the beach with just really pretty flowy clothes <33

lil asim's song is so peppy!!! wahhh just imagine them singing this song during the fireworks <33 and i love how this song sounds less like a message to the audience but more to the members in the idol group? like how lil kingscholar promises to the elders and the mwezi miji villagers to protect them and lil schoenheit promises their family that they will not stray from their purpose, lil asim promises to the members of the group that they will make their dreams come true :O

also i didnt know i needed falcone!draconia being flustered by lil asim and then lil asim teasing them more until now? i also never thought of falcone!draconia being a part of the idol au until now :O ngl kinda sounds like falcone!draconia slowly realising that rollo enables them and they enable rollo? idk just a fun lil thought :)

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a lilalienembolia's rambles

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Yandere dad hawks/Dabi pt1.6

Master list

Master list for series

HOW WE GOT CLOSE TO MOTHER FUCKING YANDERE DAD HAWKS AFTER DABI

Im basing this off of “Wake me up when September ends” by Green Day.

So our birthday is in September, and we hate September because of that fact. So its the 19th our birthday and we just wake up and immediately teleport to Hawks house hopping he forgets our birthday. But surprise surprise he doesn’t and the house is decorated. But its in out favorite colors which never happen at our house.

While we are looking at the decorations we remember out conversation that happened on September 1st. And that conversation went like this:

“I dont like September. Can you like put me in a medical induced coma or some shit until September ends?” We say as we teleport right in front of hawks at his agency.

“Ok so no hello? Hi? Or at the lest a hug? We’ve known each other for like 2 months.” Hawks questions, he was going to get back to our question but just wants a hi first.

“Ok. Hi Hawks. I don’t like September. Can you put me in medical coma or something?”

“No. Why don’t you like September? Its your brith month!”

“I dont like it because of school. And because I don’t like my birthday”

“Why dont you like your birthday?”

“Because its just.. like something always goes wrong on my birthday. For example: my mom would get a concussion a week before and it would be a bad once, id figure out someone was using me for a dare or bet, id have a test a fail it, there was even one time where I got nothing I wanted for my birthday! The list could go on and on and on forever!”

“Hmm ok. Tell me what you want. Everything even decorations and I’ll have them at my house on our birthday and we can just stay home that day, do nothing but what you want. Nothing will go wrong! I wont even try to kidnap you at the end of the day. I promise”

“Hmm you’ve made the promise before. But we know you cant really fully kidnap me because of mu quirk. The kidnapping has turned into a joke now I feel like. I mean you’ve done it like 20 times and it still hasn’t worked.”

“Ha ha ha yeah Ik. But I really promise this time.”

“Hmmm OK Fine. Ill be over in the miring before school. Ill hack into the school thing saying im present for all my classes.”

“Ok. Send me a list of everything you want and I’ll get it. And if there are shirt tell me what size in the things too.”

“Ok Ik send you the list. Also there’s a hawks crochet thing in there I really want because the wings are cute.” We say knowing we are going to regret it later when we have like 5 of them. Or as much as he can order. We could tell hawks freaked out after that and after we teleported out of his office and too school because we where going to be late.

After remembering that we chuckle a bit and then hear a loud scream and then “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!! WE CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TODAY!!!!” Hawks screamed in returned scaring us so much that we screamed at the top of our lungs. Soon fallowed by a hug and red wings wrapping around us.

“Ok ok thanks hawks this is amazing. I love it.” We say while hugging him back, holding back our tears because we felt so happy in that moment.

“So what do oh want to do today first?”

“Breakfast” we say as our stomach growls.

“Haha ok love.”

We all then spent the day doing whatever we wanted and we were freaking out our parents by not being in the house. But we had a good birthday and thats all that matters. Plus Dabi came and we got to burn Endeavors agency down with him while Hawks was busy getting lunch. Also the fact that we got more comfortable with hawks and are starting to feel like the house is home.

#platonic yandere mha #yandere mha #yandere bnha #platonic yandere bnha #platonic yandere dabi #yandere dabi #platonic yandere hawks #yandere hawks #yandere platonic hawks #yandere platonic dabi #platonic yandere hawks x reader #yandere platonic hawks x reader #yandere hawks x reader #yandere platonic dabi x reader #platonic yandere dabi x reader

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BOOK REVIEW: COLLAGE MACABRE, AN ANTHOLOGY OF ART HORROR

by Elizabeth Broadbent, Staff Writer.

How did these people scare me so bad with paint?

Truth: I once lived in a dorm so artsy they called us the Cereal Bowl (‘cause we were “the flakes and the nuts.”). Living with a bunch of theater kids, visual artists, sculptors, and writers for three years means I have seen things, and I’m not talking about someone else’s sexcapades or our if-we-catch-you-up-there-you’re-expelled creepy-ass attic. We dialed 1-800-The-Great-Beyond on multiple occasions. Dead people talked to us in dreams. Psychic stuff happened on the reg. Seriously, my boyfriend once duct-taped me to a wall as performance art. No art-based anthology would scare me. Go back to drawing school.

Then I read Collage Macabre, coming from Future Dead Collective on April 18, 2023.

In retrospect, I probably freaked them out with the fangirl tweeting. Scaring me with paint? The paint was only the beginning. I will never crochet again. Sculpture? Thanks, y’all. I will now gaze upon my favorite works and wonder what nefarious artistry created them. We always knew that performance art could turn into the sun and go wrong (see above reference to duct tape), but could you really make me fear theater? Really, Timothy Lanz? Didn’t think that story was going to go there. Never saw it coming, and it came, and that’s etched in my brain-cave for eternity now, thanks (I absolutely and completely adored it; goddamn did that anthology end on a bang).

In any collection, you’ll love some stories more than others: that’s what makes a good anthology, because my tastes are different than your tastes, and there’s a difference between “This wasn’t my favorite” and “This was not a good story.” Every single story’s great. They all veer in different directions; they all stick their landings. They span time and place and subgenre.

I refuse to pick favorites because what I love best will not necessarily be what you love best, and it’s all awesome. Ai Jiang’s spare prose is a beautiful counterpoint to Ryan Marie Ketterer’s more jarring, yet ornate style. Mob’s romantic “The Red Lady” and Jessica Peter’s “A Study in Umber” bump lusciously against the voices in Joseph Andre Thomas’s “The Preparator” and Erik McHatton’s “Station 42” (if you get it, you get it, and if you don’t, you don’t).

Sure, paint it black, TJ Price. Whatevs—but oh sweet baby Jesus that’s not whatevs at all. Demi-Louise Blackburn took me through a second-person POV I enjoyed: a difficult feat (and a great story). Clearly, these authors are, when relevant, masters of the art they describe—Rachel Searcey, for example, is a filmmaker—and that authenticity shines through their stories.

This is a beautiful collection, a haunting collection, a collection of stories not soon forgotten. From romantic obsessives to art students learning to see, from television-headed men to tottering-sticked sculptures, these stories of depraved art and artists will stay with you. I loved it so much I had to:

Stop myself from tweeting each author. I looked like a weirdo.

Stop myself from reading the whole thing at once. This book demands savoring, like good wine, rather than devouring. You wouldn’t stride through an art museum, would you? Then give this collection time. Stop. Look. Contemplate. These stories deserve your full attention.

Twitter: @ collagemacabre

Instagram: @ collage_macabre

Preorder on Amazon for April 18

#review #gothic fiction #fiction #short fiction #gothic literature #book review #horror books #horror anthology #gothic anthology #fiction review #horror fiction #horror literature #indie lit #indie literature #indie horror

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limborooster · 1 year

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going to spit out my thoughts here pardon me

i’m irrationally afraid my cats will forget me and not like me anymore while i’m off living in a dorm fr two years and then when i can move off campus and they can live with me they won’t like it

i’m rationally afraid that my elderly cat will die while i’m 2.5 hours away at school and even if i leave for home immediately when my mom tells me his body will be cold when i arrive

he’s in decently good health for a 15 year old but my one cat spontaneously died when i was younger and now i’m paranoid

i was super sick today from my covid booster and i can tell i’m getting better because i am incredibly hungry and have a very strong urge to go outside and to sew

unfortunately it is 2:30 am

i hope my school does movie character day during a spirit week again this year because i want to show off my improved spock closet cosplay

i wish that fur didn’t take 400 years to ship from howl and fs supplies because i want to sew so bad

also fursuit making is hard wtf it’s very frustrating

hopefully it’s worth it

today i discovered my love for vegetable stock

this is good news because i hate most soups

i’m so excited my parents are going to help me make a resume because i finally got my working papers and i’m going to apply to joann!!! employee discount + talking to people about their cool projects + old ladies + moms + crochet girlies + furries + stocking shelves i am so excited

it’s all i’ve ever dreamed of

i used to live nearby our joann

i’m scared to go to college because they don’t have my regular grocery store there

fuck you capital region why don’t you have wegmans i need wegmans i don’t want to choose between whole foods and price chopper

the nearest ones to there (albany) are literally MY hometown wegmans and one in fuckin massachusetts which are both ~2 hours away

unreal

also you can’t have a microwave in your dorm

yeah

it’s worth it though everything else is so good

combined bachelors masters program

no corridor style dorms (no communal bathrooms)

indescribably awesome student groups and clubs there’s so much cool stuff and they’re so well run

very easily walkable and centralized campus while still being aesthetically pleasing

dog mascot.

my mommy goes there !!!! she takes online classes but still they’re at albany

so i’m at the same school as my mom

also i’m just now realizing in commonapp i put no relatives have attended but she probably counts. stupid i guess i didn’t think about it because it was phrased in past tense and she is currently attending

i am not very bright sometimes

i have to get a rec letter for a scholarship about why i’d be good for the socio program

i think i’ll ask my former philosophy teacher because that is the most relevant i guess

all the other ones i have good relationships with are stem teachers

which is weird because i’m better at humanities and stuff

i guess i’ve just had bad luck with humanities teachers

i also guess that’s not really true i typically enjoy social studies more with individual study rather than at school because my school doesn’t offer very good classes

whereas i’ve had great science and math classes and i have fun at school with those

i need to go to sleep but i took a five hour nap today so i’m not tired

idk what to get people for christmas

it always sneaks up on me like this

idek what i want for christmas

i have chest hair now

i think it’s been filling in for a while but i’m noticing it now

as time passes i love my body more and more

can’t wait until next year i can be flat

shit i have to tell my mom to contact the psych eval people to get on the waitlist for my surgery approval

balls

i will be so attractive

my sister is taking me to get a tattoo with her this spring for a belated birthday present (because i will be 18 in january)

oh also im gonna start practicing for my road test to get my license

all i have to do is not suck at parallel parking and then i can finally drive myself to school and not have to bother my poor parents with it

and go home for lunch!!!!

and go to the store whenever i want to!!!!

and surprise my gf by dropping things off at her house and driving her places !!! yay !!!

oh my little subaru outback that was my dads car for several years and smells like mold because he left the sunroof open and it rained inside the car how i love you

freshmen aren’t allowed to have cars on campus at albany but we’re gonna cheat the system and get a parking pass in my moms name because she’s a student

and obviously doesn’t need it bc she attends online

i want to put fake grass on the floor

so sad i can’t do it on the drivers side because like .. pedals

but i can do it everywhere else

i can do whatever i want to this car because i will use it until it’s only good for salvage

i think about the one episode of star trek where data makes a child and she develops feelings and she says i love you and he says i wish i could feel it with you

feel that

because i feel like my romantic and general affectionate drive is so low compared to normal

idk i don’t understand myself

it’s not that i don’t feel things

i feel very deep love and reverence for many things

i think that maybe i shut down and so my feelings get hidden

oh yeah guys don’t get divorced when your child is turning 11 because they will be irreparably damaged

this is a little bit exaggeratey because mostly the problem was there was a lot of lies and deception along with the complicated emotions that come with being on the verge of understanding and not understanding how marriage and love and affairs and adulthood work and also having your reverence for your parents shattered very suddenly rather than a nice steady realization that they are not superhuman

i need to investigate that trauma a little more i think

it’s 3 now

i wanted to just go to sleep asap but now i’ve gotten to the point where i’m so hungry i’m nauseated so i have to eat

man

now my sleeping and eating schedules are off

stupid vaccine

at least they work this is objectively better than covid but still god damn

probably it’s worse because i got a flu shot at the same time but gahhhh

alright i wanted pasta but the only stuff we have is this chickpea based penne

which i love chickpeas but i’ve never tried this so idk

also i felt bad having the light on with my parents upstairs so i’m cooking by the light of the stove burner it’s so cozy

reminds me of last april when we had no power for five days

no cell service no wifi no heat no running water no lights and no leaving the house bc my mom had covid

we used snowmelt to flush the toilets

so lucky for our gas stove bc we could light it with matches and boil water to clean ourselves and heat up food

i read the whole fazbear frights series in those days

school was closed bc the school had no power but once it reopened we still didn’t so i got to skip for a day

it was a lot of fun except i got cystic acne from not being able to shower properly for five days as a sweaty testosterone man

it’s raining out and my cat has joined me this is so cozy

ok the pasta feels a bit weird but it’s sooooo good with butter and salt (don’t have sauce)

i’m back in bed watching the episode of star trek

why is picard sometimes so forward thinking and sometimes such a dickhole

even after watching through the whole series i can’t tell if i really like him or not

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((Session 64 is here!))

We started with a quick recap to help Lex’s place get up to speed, as she wasn’t able to attend last session.

Bagelby’s Player: “What time is it in-game?” Me: “Early evening-ish.” Bagelby’s Player: “And what time did the time loop start?” Me: “Right about sunset.” Bagelby’s Player: “Ah.”

Plan A: Walk right in the front door of the Pirate King’s fortress and hope they don’t die.

Plan B: Lie to the guards on the prison prison bridge that the party is

Plan C: Tell the guards there’s been a ‘slave rebellion’.

Bagelby went with Plan B and absolutely CRUSHED it with a 24 for deception. The pirates coming off the prison bridge didn’t even question this ‘scared young pirate recruit’ and immediately ran off to deal with the ‘uprising’.

Bagelby: “Man, I love lying! Almost as much as I love stealing!”

Sir Carl rolled Perception to try and find any traps, and saw movement in the water far out into the bay instead; something big is swimming in the water.

The only person in the party carrying a spyglass is Lex, and her first impulse was to hand it to Sir Carl….who we just discovered last session needs glasses.

Sir Carl saw fish-like fins, but couldn't quite identify the species.

Thiori, however, rolled higher and recognized this particular creature as another mutant of his ‘father’, Tasslour Krell.

Thiori: “That is what we call, in the biz, a ‘bad time’.”

Derailing topic of the night: What body part of Ena’s cursed NPC brother was found in the necromantic amulet Bagelby pulled out of one of Thiori’s mutant siblings’ corpse?

Bagelby had pulled out a ton of stuff from his slime pocket in search of a spyglass, and like anyone clearing out, found an item he didn’t remember obtaining: a red, hardwood crochet hook with ornate detailing.

It’s potentially a Hook of Entanglement. He isn’t sure. He’ll have to confirm with that one book Velenna let him borrow once.

New wrinkle: Rolling to see how fast your memories return each time the time loop loops.

Thiori - in possession of his notes - remembers everything the fastest. Lex - with the lowest roll - doesn’t remember leaving Port Covekeel.

Sir Carl, still hanging precariously over the water: “May I come back onto the dock, please?” Lex, still holding him in one hand: “Oh! Yeah sure.”

Lex and Sir Carl will get their memories back, but it’ll take a few minutes.

Bagelby: “Oh, and if you see a lizard that’s, like, pure evil, just stomp on it.”

The party successfully reached the prison island, and Bagelby even managed to beg a hardtack biscuit off of a passing prison guard.

He also made one of the Warforged guards ‘blush’ by asking it out for drinks after shift change.

Inside the prison building, the party finds that it is one big, empty room with various elevator shafts along the walls, and a single caged-in desk with a long-suffering Halfling drowning in paperwork behind it.

When the prison receptionist doesn’t acknowledge their presence, the party decides to just…sneak past him to the elevators.

Thiori volunteered to work the elevator crank to lower the party down, gave them a confident smile….and immediately snapped off the handle, because this elevator is roundabout 700 years old and he rolled a 22 for his strength check.

He head enough time to look comically at the crank before the cage fell, though an arcane failsafe was activated to slow the car

Canon now bc it’s funny: Prison master L.O.C.K.E. is now the Warforged Jonah J. Jameson. He sounds like J.K. Simmons played through old speakers.

The party finds Isstun (and Ra-Ra) in the prison new hire orientation room. Isstun doesn’t remember the party, but Ra-Ra does.

Thiori doesn’t know what’s worse: The fact that Bagelby is spilling the party’s secret jailbreak plans in front of three pirate recruits or the fact that the hand puppet is alive.

Ra-Ra: “Oh. Well. Isstun’s the one who went to school.” Isstun, embarrassed: “Pre-school.”

Ra-Ra confirmed that the party has talked to her at least four times: twice as prisoners, once as a guard, and once at the camp. At least one of those times, Thiori was a corpse.

Thiori then crawled under a desk to have a crisis.

Sir Carl, with dawning horror as he remembers how many times Thiori knocked Isstun into the water in the last few loops: “Did you waterboard the puppet?!”

Despite being awake for at least two weeks, the party only feels as tired as if they’ve been up for a single day.

Forgotten Magical Item of the session: Bagelby’s stolen palantir.

The party used the palantir to search for Lord Wiggles, with the reluctant assistance of the four pirate recruits, and found him mining in a distant tunnel.

Just before the party let go of the palantir, Thiori saw an additional visit of Master L.O.C.K.E. and Lord Wiggles’ shadows clashing against the backdrop against one of the crystal spires.

Now having thoroughly (and sort of forcibly) recruited the pirate recruits to their own agenda, the party officially made plans to find Lord Wiggles and start the Pirate Island Coup.

Ra-Ra dragged Isstun over to approach Lex, and demanded that she help her (the puppet) keep Isstun safe (because “he’s not the bravest, or the smartest, and he’s certainly not the strongest”).

“We need your muscles, buff lady!”

We’ll meet up next time to start the Pirate Island Coup (and see how it goes)!

#OOC #Quarantine D&D

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solemnowl · 1 year

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Thoughts on Sleep

I sleep later now. I never used to be able to sleep past 10:00, more normally 9:30. I used to wake up at 9:20 almost on the dot every morning. I don’t anymore. If I don’t set my alarm, I sleep until noon, 12:30, almost 1:00. I can’t fall asleep anymore until 3:00 in the morning. Even when I wake up, I struggle to get out of bed. I make bargains and conditions with myself. “When I finish this chapter, I’ll get up.” “If you get up, then you can get breakfast and you need to eat at some point today.” “When it hits 1:00, I’ll get up.” The time trickles past and the bargains and cajoling turns to scolding. As if I am my own child. I say to myself “You have to get up now. Come on, this is ridiculous. You have to get up so you can go to the store because you need food to eat.” Finally, it is my aching back that pulls me from my bed. My aching back and empty stomach. But my desk and table are completely cluttered so it doesn’t take much for me to retreat back to my bed, usually this time with a bagel and a cup of tea and my laptop. I’ll eat while watching a YouTube video and then struggle to make myself work. My hands turn to crochet while my brain scolds me for not working. “You’re paying all this money, putting yourself in so much debt, for this master’s degree that you’re then not working on. What are you paying for?” But the work just piles up. Everything I once loved has become boring. I have lost interest in all but my crochet and my thoughts of the future. I blink and the day has passed. I think about what I will tell people about. I think about how scared I am of time passing, of losing years and yet I am so willing to let the time drift away like this. The hollowness fills with anger and fear before it drains back out as I stare at the darkening sky. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now, another day has already passed by.

#grief #grief blogging

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stardustjournals · 1 year

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sunday, november 6th, 2022

i'm glad my weekend was somewhat productive even though i didn't really go out as much as i would want to (not that i adore going out lol).

i turned down the class i had with my friend on saturdays (i'm currently teaching english to a friend) because we didn't talk earlier about where and when we were gonna meet up, and i hate when people don't talk to me previously to meet me, i get really anxious.

saturday afternoon i spent quite a few hours editing some photos for my instagram for my crochet shop (i'm starting a small business selling my crochet projects) and i think i was done with the editing part. i think i still have to add a few things but it's not much. while i was doing that i was listening to a true crime story (i'm used to do that when i'm crocheting) and it was very disturbing but interesting, it was a story i had already listening to but years ago, so it was kinda weird revisiting it again (the armin meiwes case).

on sunday i read a lot, i'm currently reading the shrine of jeffrey dahmer by brian masters, and it's so good i was so hooked up i had to keep reading as much as i could. i did my general workout routine which is not much but it's keeping me active and energetic. and i tried to finish one crochet project i've been stuck with for weeks (it's always like this, i love crocheting but i hate when i have to finish a piece and take care of the details lol). then i read some more in the afternoon but i fell asleep so, an unexpected nap it was.

at almost 9 pm i went out to jog with my sister since we're in our healthy era, but i could barely jog for like 5 minutes lmao my cardio resistance is the worst, i was scared my heart was gonna explode man i'm so out of shape. well at least i'm trying to stick to my small workout routine everyday.

at night i continued to watch the jeffrey dahmer trial on youtube, i'm slowing watching it because it's too long to watch it in one sitting, also too macabre at times to try to digest everything you're hearing. anyways, it's really interesting.

#my schedule #journal #weekend #november

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sunlit-squid · 2 years

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On Squidward and SpongeBob’s Similarities

I was asked by several anons, as well as @tonyskittymug , to catalog some of Squidward and Spongebob’s similarities. Despite outward appearances and being narrative foils to one another, the two actually share a lot more interests than one might think.

Presenting beneath the cut ... yet another too-long essay about a children’s cartoon, complete with many, many receipts:

Art

Throughout the original series, Squidward and Spongebob are both shown to have a great affinity for art. Perhaps the earliest and most glaring example of this is S2E38b, “Artist Unknown.” A classic.

Spongebob is clearly shown to have a natural talent for art, while Squidward must work harder to perfect his craft. Regardless, they both clearly share artistic ability and knowledge.

We see this theme repeated again in S8E158b, “The Googly Artiste.” In this episode, Spongebob is seen doing arts and crafts with Patrick, which includes basket weaving -- notably a craft that can take days to complete, depending on the size of the basket.

In almost the exact same breath, Spongebob mentions he also crocheted both a wallet and fake cash to go inside it -- yet another time-consuming craft that requires both patience and a certain degree of artistic knowledge.

Squidward, of course, turns up his nose at Spongebob’s artistic endeavors, but that doesn’t change the fact that they’re both clearly into art. Different types of art, sure, but art nonetheless. Even Patrick points it out, in that exact same episode:

As a minor note, it should also be noted that Spongebob is always incredibly supportive of Squidward’s art, when no one else is. We see this most clearly in episodes like S7E148a, “The Masterpiece” --

Squidward: I'll need an assistant.

Mr. Krabs: Here you go. [SpongeBob is Squidward's assistant]

Squidward: Fine. The first thing I need you to do, assistant, is get me a giant stone so that I may sculpt this masterpiece.

SpongeBob: Anything for the artiste.

And again in S10E214b, “Out of the Picture.”

Mr. Krabs: That's it! Squidward is scaring me customers away! I'm shuttin' this art show down! He's never gonna sell his paintings!

SpongeBob: Sure he will! [holds up a painting] I just bought one.

Mr. Krabs: [gasps] Holy shrimp! Why would you do that to yourself?

SpongeBob: What do you mean? I love it.

As a final note, that wooden clarinet from S2E28, “Christmas Who?” -- the one gifted to Squidward from Spongebob ... was handmade by Spongebob himself. Crafting a functioning wooden clarinet out of wood would be an incredibly difficult art to master, but Spongebob did it anyway, for Squidward.

That’s pretty gay.

Music

Another one of their shared interests is, of course, music. One of the foundational characteristics of Squidward is that he’s passionate about music, specifically the clarinet. However notably, Spongebob is also shown to have remarkable talent for various musical instruments.

Throughout the original series, we see him effectively play multiple instruments, including a ukulele (multiple episodes); a bass guitar (S6E101b, “Krabby Road”); and a drum set (S5E85a, “New Digs”). Plus, the guy can sing; he’d be the total package if Squidward weren’t so dense.

The most glaring example of Spongebob and Squidward’s shared interest in music is, of course, S8E178, “Hello Bikini Bottom!” One of my personal favorites, and a mainstay episode among squidbob shippers.

In it, yet another character points out Squidward and Spongebob’s similarities --

-- to the point where Squidward and Spongebob wind up on a chaotic musical tour together. The entire time, it is consistently emphasized that the success of their musical careers is predicated on one another. They literally need each other to succeed in this venture.

Squidward: Uh, excuse me? Is there anyway I get to do this tour as a soloist?

Colonel Carper: ♪ Hmm, let me think about that for a second... ♪ None! Whatsoever! The tour must consist of the tall one with halitosis and the square one with the talented wrist! ♪

Not to mention this entire episode ends with an extremely gay musical number, wherein Spongebob is in his underwear for no reason. I’m serious. There’s literally no narrative buildup to it:

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In any case, that theme of Spongebob and Squidward being better performers together rather than apart ... that’s something we see as early as S4E68b, “SquidBob TentaclePants.” At the end of the episode, Squidward’s big performance is much better received when he and Spongebob are combined together.

To summarize this section, Squidward and Spongebob are both passionate about music in different ways. While they might not necessarily play or listen to the same types of music, they somehow function extremely well together as a musical duo.

As a result, we can effectively add music to Squidward and Spongebob’s decidedly long list of shared interests.

Dancing

It’s pretty common knowledge that Squidward is a dancer; it’s yet another one of his defining characteristics as a snooty, self-obsessed culture snob.

However, one detail that frequently gets swept under the rug is that as luck would have it, Spongebob can dance too, and in fact, can dance better than Squidward.

We see this theme in episodes like S5E88c, “Slimy Dancing”, where Patrick and Spongebob make it to the final round of a dance competition, but not Squidward:

And again in S7E127b, “I ♡ Dancing”, where in an ironic twist of fate, Spongebob’s particular set of dance moves are exactly what Squidward’s audition calls for:

Notably, both of these episodes feature Squidward teaching Spongebob to dance in some way -- despite Spongebob being an incredibly capable dancer all on his own. In fact, Spongebob’s dancing prowess is such an integral part of his character, it’s referenced in The Patrick Star Show, S1E3b, “Pat-a-Thon”:

SpongeBob and Gary are introduced, as SpongeBob says that he has tried everything with Gary, including, tap, ballet, and even slam dancing, but Gary still cannot dance.

I would also be remiss if I didn’t mention s9E198a, “Sharks vs. Pods.” The entire episode is centered around Spongebob accidentally joining a dance troupe -- which just so happens to be rivals with Squidward’s dance troupe:

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(Also, side note ... really? An episode that’s basically West Side Story meets Grease, with Spongebob and Squidward from rival gangs? “I can’t fight ‘cause you’re my friend”? And we’re not supposed to ship them? Okay, Nickelodeon. Okay.)

And of course, last but certainly not least, there’s this iconic moment from S12E265a, “Bubble Bass’ Tab”:

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“I’ll lead,” says Squidward, like they’ve done this before? I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.

Just Having Fun

As a final note, I want to point out that on the outside, Squidward’s character is made out to be this absolute grump, who has zero imagination and hates all things fun. I’m sure that’s how a lot of kids (myself included) saw him growing up -- but now, I disagree entirely.

I covered this extensively in another essay, but Squidward likes having fun and being silly far more than he lets on. He’ll make fun of Spongebob’s nerdy comic books, but in S10E205b, “Mermaid Pants,” he goes along with Spongebob and Patrick’s roleplay:

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In the same vein, in S13E269a, “Under the Small Top,” Squidward shows genuine delight at Spongebob’s sea flea circus, despite finding most of his childish interests frivolous:

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And last, in SpongeBob Comics Issue #66, “Toy Joy,” (probably my favorite), Squidward tries to convince Spongebob to sell his old, extremely valuable Mermaid Man action figure. However, the moment Squidward rediscovers his old action figure, Colonel Clarinet, he automatically drops all pretenses and instead plays with Spongebob:

There are probably a million more examples of things like this throughout the series, but the bottom line is: Squidward likes having fun, just as much as Spongebob. He likes being silly, he likes goofing off, and notably -- Spongebob is the only one who can bring out that side of him.

To Conclude

As a closing statement -- Squidward and Spongebob are more similar than they are different. They share a lot of common interests, many of which I couldn’t even cover here (cooking, soap operas, reading ...). For the sake of my own sanity, I only covered a few main ones.

Either way, they’re made for each other, but Squidward is too busy being jealous of Spongebob to realize how much they have in common. The end.

Here’s a sweet image from “Hello Bikini Bottom!” to finally bring an end to ... whatever this was. If you read all this, power to you, you’re just as insane as me for writing it.

#i spent way too much time on this and probably no one is going to read it LMAO #sry about how long this is .... the english degree jumped out.#shmee spks #squidbob #sbsp #spongebob #squidward #spongeward #spongebob squarepants #sb dissected

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theresa-nam-nam-me · 3 years

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| yoongi | look me in the face

Yoongi x hybrid cat reader (reader is also mute)

Master list

Part 1 ← part 2 ← part 3 ← part 4 ← part 5 (final)

Summary→ yoongi had always wanted a cat, not necessarily a hybrid but his best friend namjoon had successfully convinced him into getting a cat hybrid from their local rescue. He might not have known what he was getting himself into but he was fully committed to making himself her safe space

A/n: i just wanted to say thank you for all the support on this series, it blew up and i hope you guys like the ending :)

Warning!: mention of abuse, trauma, violence

Yoongi woke up with the sun shining right through his window straight into his eyes, wasn't the best way to wake up but he couldn't care less, he was too excited for today. He was going to prove to you that you would be safe with him at all times and hopefully gain your complete trust. He sprung up from bed stretching his arms out before going to the kitchen, he had decided today was a grilled cheese day, he began the process and a few seconds later heard soft footsteps coming from the hallway "good morning y/n" he greeted as your nose twitched at the smell of melted cheese. "Have you had grilled cheese before?" He asked. You confusedly shook your head, you walked over as your nose twitched smelling the food "smell good?" He questioned, you smiled nodding your head.

"Here you go" he placed the plate in front of you, he watches you take your first bite and smiled as you gave him a thumbs up. You looked at him again. "Alright I'm going to get dressed," he said finishing off his plate. When he came out from his room you were in the living room dressed in back jeans, his yellow and black flannel along with his beanie. How did you get those? Had you gone in his room? He shook off the thought, you looked cute in them anyway. "You ready?" You nodded with a smile following yoongi out the door. When you arrived you grabbed onto yoongis sleeve for guidance. You walked threw the shops buying all kinds of cloths and some things for your room as well.

After around half an hour of walking around, yoongi let out an exhausted sigh "do you want to get a treat?" He asked, you excitedly smiled with big eyes, he took that as a yes. You both decided to split a big m&m cookie, so far the day was going great but before the day ended he wanted to stop by the book store. He scanned the books holding a weak grip on your hand guiding you in the direction he wanted to go, he was so focused he didn't hear your whines or hyperventilating but the moment you squeezed his hand he snapped out "what's wrong?" He asked seeing your eyes fill to the edge with tears. He looked up seeing only a few other people in the shop and one of them was staring at you two with an angry red face "can i help you-" yoongi was cut off "that's my God damn hybrid!" He shouted in his breath lingering the smell of liquor.no this couldn't be the guy, the pathetic piece of shit that made you this way, you hid behind yoongi tightly grasping onto the cloth on his back. He tried to stay level headed, he didn't want to get violent "I'm sorry but i adopted her from a rescue center," he said in a monotone voice he said in a monotone voice with clutched fists.

The man was so mad you almost see steam rise from his ears. "I'm not gonna ask again boy, hand over my damn hybrid before i take it myself" you yelped at the volume of his voice before quickly dashing out of the store by yourself "y/n!" He was about to run after you but was pulled back by the collar, anger-filled yoongis body and he turned swinging his fist right into the man's nose. The man yelled letting go and holding his bloodied nose "if you ever come near me or my hybrid ever again ill report your hybrid abuse and make sure you serve the maximum time!" Yoongis voice was low but scary, the man grunted before nodding "good"

Yoongi quickly rushed out of the store and became more panicked as he looked around, you were nowhere in sight. He shouted your name as he walked around the shops he didn't care about the judgemental stares he was getting. He just needed to find you before someone else did, yoongis body came to a halt when he saw a tail peeking out from behind a dumpster he took a sigh of relief. He walked down the ally and crochet down in front of you. You had been scared, you were shaking with your hands on your head covering your ears. "Y/n" he whispered removing your hands, your tear-filled eyes met his "everything alright ok? Every thing's alright" he reassures you.

He changed the position putting him against the wall and you in his lap as he smoothed your hair. A few minutes later your shaking body had calmed down "y/n i promise you that he nor anyone else will hurt you with me around" he said. Your eyes were wide with shook, you had never had someone so kind and protective "p-protector?" You crocked out, you hadn't spoken in a long time. Yoongi eyes widened in shock but quickly relaxed letting your words process in his mind. A soft smile appeared on his face as he pulled you closer "yes y/n, I'm always going to be your protector"

Yoongi knew he couldn't undo your trauma but he could give you a safe home with him, now he had gained your complete trust...

your protector

The end ❄️

#bts #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts hybrid reaction #bts x hybrid reader #hybrid bts #yoongi fanfic #yoongi scenarios #bts yoongi #cat hybrid yoongi #yoongi x hybrid reader #yoongi x reader #bts yoongi x reader

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mollymauk-teafleak · 3 years

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Hurt Prompt:

'You're not dying, it's only a sprained ankle' - widomauk (aka: Molly hurt himself and is now trying to get Caleb to pity him) 💜🧡

I am so sorry this has taken so long! But my lovely gf chose this out of my prompts list for my next little fic so here it is, some modern au widomauk family cuteness!

This fic is also on Ao3 if anyone would like to leave a comment!

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Caleb had gotten too used to solving his problems with spells.

He wasn’t very strong so he used a levitation spell to carry his books and papers. His daughter Una wouldn’t sleep so he conjured dancing lights to soothe her and help her forget her nightmares. His son Trinket fell and skinned his knee so Caleb dropped the temperature of his palms and held them to the injury to soothe the pain and still the sniffles. Frumpkin wouldn’t stop scratching the arms of the sofa so a quick prestidigitation made sure Molly would be none the wiser. Caleb was very good at magic, after all.

But it meant that, when he found a problem that wouldn’t bend to any spell, he was a little lost.

At least he could float the mug of tea up the stairs without spilling. It bobbed just above his finger as he made his way up the stairs, deftly dodging toys left scattered by their children and several socks that had escaped the laundry basket, managing to make it unscathed to their bedroom. Frumpkin padded after him, bell on his collar jingling.

“Liebling?” he called softly as he pushed the door back, “I brought you some tea.”

A low groan from the bed was his answer, from the bundle of blankets that had replaced his husband. It shifted, a few crocheted throws sliding down in a wooly avalanche, the curved tops of two horns appearing, followed by a sleepily blinking set of red eyes.

Caleb smiled sympathetically and moved closer into the dim room, only a sliver of afternoon light coming in through the drawn curtains. With his free hand, he summoned a small ball of light and sent it drifting above the bed so he could see better. It was the same cluttered room he’d left an hour or so ago, the same cluttered room they spent every night in. All his books piled in neatly organised stacks that made sense only to him, Molly’s scented candles filling different corners of the room with different smells, scarves draped on nearly every available surface, a closet stopped with equal numbers of thick woolen jumpers and crop tops. Frumpkin sprang onto his usual perch, which was wherever Molly’s favourite cardigan was resting so he could get the maximum number of ginger hairs on it.

“I’m sorry to wake you but the healers said I should check on you every hour,” Caleb set the mug down on the bedside table, perching on the edge of the bed, mindful not to sit on his husband’s tail which was thrashing unhappily, “How are you feeling?”

“Depends,” Molly’s voice was even more raspy than usual, muffled by his blanket horde, “Help me decide which kid gets the high heeled boots in the will and I’m sorted.”

Caleb swallowed his chuckle as best he could, “I don’t expect Una will ever grow big enough to fill them so Trinket will probably get more use. But you’re not dying, Liebling, it’s only a sprained ankle.”

“Only,” Molly scoffed, sitting up straighter, more blankets falling away. He was wearing one of Caleb’s shirts from the university. He'd always preferred to sleep in his husband’s clothes, “You don’t go to the hospital for only anything!”

Caleb smiled sympathetically and moved closer, though he was careful not to jostle the brace wrapped foot that poked out from under the duvet at the bottom of the bed, balanced on a pillow.

“That is true,” he allowed, “Pike did say you were lucky not to break i t.”

“Exactly!” Molly pouted, reaching over for the mug, “And it hurts…”

Caleb patted the tiefling’s uninjured leg, “You can have some more painkillers in forty three minutes. And at least now we have learned a lesson about watching where we’re going on a stage, ja?”

How someone could look so haughty when their injury was entirely their fault, Caleb didn’t know, but Mollymauk managed it.

“Take me through it again?” he chuckled, still rubbing his shin, “Yasha didn’t quite give me all the details.”

In fact, all she’d said when she’d called Caleb to tell him Molly had been carted off to the emergency room mid-rehearsal was that he’d ‘been an idiot’. Not that Caleb would be repeating that.

Molly hunched his shoulders, “Um...we were rehearsing for the show, we’re doing Romeo and Juliet for the summer production. And I was, ah...paying very close attention to Vax’s choreography for the ballroom scene and just wanted to make sure I was getting it absolutely right, exactly as he was telling me to do it over and over and over again…”

Caleb tilted his head knowingly, “You were taking the piss out of him.”

“I...might have been doing an impression,” Molly started to hunch back into his blankets, “Allegedly. You’ll have to question witnesses.”

“Uh huh,” Caleb noncommittally rearranged the covers around Molly’s legs to keep out drafts, “And then?”

“Then. I wasn’t looking where the edge of the stage was and I fell into the orchestra pit.”

So Yasha had got it pretty accurate.

“And now my ankle is all gross and swollen and I can’t walk on it and I’m bored and it hurts!” Molly put more emphasis on that part, throwing his hands out exasperatedly and newly upending his tea.

Caleb smiled in sympathy, moving so he was leaning against the headboard too, stretching his legs out next to his husband’s. Instantly Mollymauk slumped against him, resting his head on his shoulder.

“It’s really shitty,” he mumbled into Caleb’s cable knit sweater.

“I know, Liebling,” he turned his face to kiss the top of Molly’s head, “And I’m sorry I don’t have the spells to fix this, I did look them up but they’re just not my domain and if I got something wrong...but you’ll be feeling better before you know it. And until you do, I’m right here for you.”

“Even if I’m a bit of an idiot? Not that I’m saying this was my fault or anything…”

Caleb grinned, “Come on now, Mollymauk, if I’d cared about you being a bit of an idiot we’d never have had a second date.”

Molly’s tail immediately flicked him on the thigh but he could have sworn his husband was muffling laughter against his shoulder.

Caleb paused, hearing a clatter that was rapidly increasing in volume, a smile growing on his face as the sound of two little feet and four scrabbling sets of claws got louder. He threw an slightly apologetic glance in Molly’s direction, “Sorry, Liebling, I said they had to wait a little and then they could follow-”

He was interrupted by the door bursting back and their children tumbling in, giggling and whispering to each other. Una ran in on all fours, as usual, she hadn’t mastered the wobbly toddler walk the same way her brother had.

“Daddy!” Trinket yelled before clearly remembering Caleb had told him that Molly would appreciate some peace and quiet, dropping down to a still loud stage whisper, “Daddy!”

“Hey there kiddos,” Molly smiled, brightening a little as Una pounced up onto the bed and curled up tightly under his arm, Trinket needing a magical assist from his papa to join them at the foot of the bed, “Sorry if I scared you there, I promise I’m okay.”

“Hurt bad?” Una murmured, staring at his support with wide yellow eyes like two gold coins.

“Well,” Molly ran a gentle hand through her dark hair, smiling demurely, “It’s not exactly comfortable...I’ll be okay, darling.”

“You will!” Trinket beams, bouncing on his knees excitedly, pulling something from behind his back with a flourish that meant he could only be Molly’s son, “Cos we got this!”

The tiefling blinked, eyes widening as he took the card in his hands, bringing it close with the kind of reverence people usually reserved for pieces of priceless art. It was made from a folded piece of paper, that Caleb unfortunately recognised as one of his marking sheets from work, that was already bowing under the weight of all the glitter and glue on it. Somehow it was both simultaneously dripping glue and shedding glitter on the blankets, the adornments surrounding a lovingly drawn portrait of someone very purple, with enormous horns and a tail curled into a heart. One of this figure’s legs was wrapped in a bandage and words were scrawled in a heavy hand around them. We love you daddy!

Molly gave a soft chuckle, closing his eyes a moment so they didn’t look quite so full of tears. He reached out to bring Trinket close to him too, bundling both his children close.

“Thank you, babies,” he murmured, voice a little thick, “That does make me feel so much more okay.”

Caleb watched them fondly before folding them into his arms too, so he could embrace all of his little family at once.

Maybe he had gotten too used to fixing problems with spells, maybe he did struggle when he couldn’t just wave his hands and knit everything back together. But fortunately, he had two experts who were willing to show him how.

#widomauk #mollymauk tealeaf #caleb widogast #modern au #just a cute little sickfic #is it a sickfic if its a physical injury?#lets say yes

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