#puts this dood into your hands
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carry!
#ruby rose#weiss schnee#pyrrha nikos#penny polendina#frosen platinum#platinum frosen steel#rwby#my art#my brain decided it missed them#i love them#puts this dood into your hands#i also like to call this ship as 'expectations gave me identity issues' lmaooo#aight lol bye gonna disappear for another month
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WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!!! /POS. ATTACKING YOU.
Xemnas and Xigbar for 37 if that number hasn't been done? If it has, how about 74?
no puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal // ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti.
[ID: a mostly black and white drawing with a purple overlay of xigbar and xemnas shown from the hip up on the left side of the image. the background is black and has some diagonal lines with a bit of transparency on the right side. the shadows are harsh, with only a bit of light falling on their faces.
they stand before each other turned to the audience. xigbar, holds the handle and the middle of No Name before him, head tilted down as he looks to the audience. xemnas stands a full head taller behind xigbar, his left hand held some distance below the bladed tip of No Name, his left eye is covered by his fringe.
xemnas visible eye is painted ochre with a white pupil, while xigbar's eye is white and gold. The eyes on no name's handle and the gazing eye on the blade are a vibrant cyan. the caption reads the spanish lyrics "i can't ask a simple mortal for a forever" and "oh, everything i've done for you." /End ID.]
close-up under keep reading.
#capisnotonfire#PUTS MY HAND TO MY STERNUM AND FALLS TO THE FLOOR ON MY KNEES /affectionate#warning to whoever might open the link; there's a slightly suggestive several 'ay's at the beginning porque shakira it's also bass heavy#OBJECTIVELY THE FUNNIEST SONG THAT COULD'VE COME UP. it's the gift that keeps on giving!!#this specific remix's been on my top list... several years; top five for a couple. i've loved it forever. top radio edits ever.#it's basically about a guy that makes up excuses to hide he's cheating and a gal that's fed up with his bullshit and is like. okay. bye.#i briefly considered going with............ right now i know my heart is yours <- in regards to i'm already half-xehanort#as per usual not ship art but it would be HILARIOUS if it was. it would've been able to go so many incredibly funny tragic ways#nano does reqs#my doods#xigbar kh#xemnas kh#IT TOOK SO LONG. putting this out there because i WILL lose my marbles if i do anything more. it's not as polished as it could.#fret not if you've asked for a req i am still doing 'em this one just. kicked my ass (been busy). i tried a couple of things and failed#THEN the file corrupted like 9 hours in and i wanted to die a little (thank the heavens my drawing app has a#thing to get back corrupted files through their screen recording) but i GIVE UP (affectionate)#Does this make sense thematically? Fuck if i know. i forgot all lore (half serious). it looked cooler in my head (jesting)#anyways. mwah tysm for the ask<3#i love posting at mystifying times (i finish at terrible hours and get excited)#described
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Unexpected Angel (1/4)
Marinette was exhausted. She thought working at Wayne Enterprise would be a dream come true. Every night she came home ready to pass out. It was getting to the point where she was forcing herself to eat before passing out.
'If only Carrie would leave me alone.'
Marinette was a new hire at Wayne Enterprise. She had been there for a month, when things took a turn for the worst. A lady name Carrie was assigned to their fashion sector. She wasn't a designer or working on any of the clothes; she was basically a secretary to Marinette's boss. She was suppose to get his coffee, make copies, and file things away for the future. For some reason, Carrie decided to dump her work load into her hands.
Marinette was now stuck doing the work of two. Once she had put papers to copy and Carrie had marched up and screamed at her.
"Where are the papers I gave you?" Carried yelled.
"They are getting copied." Marinette spoke.
"And you left them there?" Carrie shouted, "How could you be so irresponsible?"
"You never told me to stay with them. I'm busy-" Marinette began.
"Do I have to tell you how to do everything?" Carrie continued to berate her, "How did a nobody like you get hired in the first place?"
It had been a long day.
Marinette sat in a café close to the office. She had gotten a coffee, but if anything, she wanted a nap. She quickly sat up as someone took the seat across from her.
"Are you okay?" they asked.
Marinette sighed and took a gulp of her coffee, "It's been a long morning."
"Work?" he asked.
"One of my seniors at work keeps forcing me to do their job for her." Marinette confessed, "It's not even in my job description. She gets upset with me constantly. I can't really do or say anything because I'm a new hire. I would probably be replaced the next day. That lady has been there for five years."
Damian frowned as he listened to her.
'A lady who worked for them was forcing others to do her job for her. She's been there for five years and from how this person speaks, it doesn't sound like it was the first time.'
She sighed, "I've been so stressed out. I just want to sleep when I get home; I just feel drained, you know. I have had to force myself to eat when I get home. I'm too tired to even do that, but I know I have to eat."
'I need to figure out who this senior is and fast.'
"Trust me." Damian spoke, "That place is survival of the fittest. They won't fire you because you spoke your mind. Especially, if you were right."
"Thanks for the advice." she whispered, before smiling, "You know, I heard people in Gotham were rude and never really helped each other. Maybe, they just haven't met people like you, Stranger."
'She doesn't know who I am!'
"I never got your name." he spoke, as she stood up.
She smiled, "Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. And yours, my Guardian Angel?"
Damian smiled, "I think I'll keep the title you bestowed me."
Marinette giggled and quickly hurried back to the office.
Damian pulled out his phone, "Father, we have a situation in the fashion department. I'll be there in five minutes."
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Which Digimon would Hazbin Hotel Characters Have? ((Potential Spoilers))
((Well, you guys asked for it and here I am to deliver. Side note, I love how there's already crossover fan art about this topic. Ya'll artists work fast dood. Anyway, as usual, unless specified otherwise, everyone gets a rookie level Digimon and they work their way up to at least Mega. Also, I'll try to prevent duplicates as much as possible. Fortunately, there's not too many characters to work with right now, so it shouldn't be too much of an issue. Finally, if you have ideas of your own, feel free to let me know.
Starting things off with the show's main character, Charlie Morningstar. And considering her relationship with both Razzle and Dazzle, I can hear strong arguments for Dracomon. Not only does Dracomon have 2 different main Digivolution lines, one with Thuraiyadramon as its mega and the other with Breakdramon, but also the fact that Dracomon are known to be ferocious, but show their gentle side toward those they trust like how Razzle and Dazzle are known to be a little mischievous but very loyal to Charlie and her companions. That being said, I might switch Breakdramon's mega form out with Examon since Breakdramon's known for going on rampages, causing destruction wherever it goes and Examon is a loyal Digimon Knight. That and for the past while, I can't help but imagine a giant Digimon like Examon or Tyrannomon simply lowering its head so Charlie and feed it and pet it. That image is adorable to me and is now on my list of reasons why I wish I could draw.
Next is Charlie's girlfriend, Vaggie, and I think Morphomon would suit her pretty well. Morphomon's carefree personality could mesh well with Vaggie's more serious and reserved self, being the only other person beside Charlie she can be open with and let her guard down around. Considering that Morphomon is also known for being cautious around others, needing to touch them first in order to determine if they're safe to be around, they can relate to each other. Not only that but it could also be a symbol of her relationship with Charlie during Season 1 of the show thanks to its power of illusion, since Vaggie hid the fact that she was a former demon exterminator throughout their whole relationship thus resulting in Charlie questioning if their whole relationship was built on lies despite believing that they shared everything they knew about each other. As for whether to let it keep its main evolution line or switch it to Hudiemon is up for debate.
Now onto my personal favorite character in the series so far, Alastor. And honestly, I think I have the perfect Digimon line for him, starting off with the Rookie being Dracmon. Dracmon are known for being the most mischievous Digimon causing pranks throughout the Dark Area. Granted, I don't see Alastor being a prankster, I do see him enjoying a bit of mayhem and could relate to Dracmon's ability to keeping a smile on his face and its ability to control others by having them look into the eyes on their hands could prove useful for some underhanded tactics. For champion, I have Bakemon for 2 reasons. 1, Bakemon's main attack, Hell's hand, which literally drag its victims to hell, like Alastor capturing souls to be forever tormented in whatever radio pocket dimension he has and 2, Bakemon are known for completely destroying any computer system it possesses. I think you know where this is going. For ultimate, we have Pumpkinmon. Granted not too much of a connection there outside of its origin being based on a rumor of it being a virus crafted on Halloween night, yet is completely docile toward others, which could link to Alastor's mysterious reputation as one of the most devious overlords in Hell, but for some reason, is willing to help Charlie with her goals. Finally we have the mega form being Noblepumpkinmon which fits Alastor to a T. It's a neutral Digimon who only wants to put a smile on other people's faces, it's both cheerful and mischievous, and just look at it.
Tell me this doesn't just scream Alastor. I dare you dood.
Now honestly, Angel Dust was hard for me to figure out. At best, I can think of is maybe Vemmon mainly due to it being an artificial Digimon programmed to do one thing and one thing only by its creator only to turn against said creator when it became powerful enough, like how Valentino owns Angel Dusts soul and makes him star in his films for long, tedious hours and is currently showing signs of defiance as shown when he got in between him and Niffty. That and Vemmon's name being taken from "Venom", anyone who watched the show knows what I'm talking about there, and Vemmon has the ability to turn its victims into Oinkmon and Angel Dust happens to have a pig for a pet named Fat Nuggets. Its champion form, Snatchmon still works, but its ultimate and mega forms are the ones I have problems with, unless if we see Angel Dust reaching his breaking point and pulling a huge crash out in Season 2 or 3. For now, I'm switching the ultimate form to Master Tyrannomon due to it being a Digimon known for its battle scars, and while Angel Dust may not have any physical scars (that we know about), he certainly have some mental ones. In fact, it would be interesting to see Master Tyrannomon as a physical representation of all the emotional scars Angel Dust has gotten from being under Valentino's thumb. Finally, the mega form would be Gaiomon, which I think is a neat way of showing Angel Dust being "reborn" and overcoming his situation.
Husk was also tricky to figure out. At first I wanted to given him a Demidevimon to represent him working for Alastor, but I don't think it would fit him personality wise. So instead, I'm giving him a Gotsumon to start, who are known for being cheerful, but at the same time can be a bit of a bully, which I think is more fitting for Husk's more blunt and grumpy personality. That and he's a bartender so chances are an "on the rocks" pun would be worked in somehow. I can't think of one right now, but you know. Now Deputymon might seem a bit odd at first until you recall that both it and Husk love gambling. For the ultimate, I'm giving him Reapmon because of how it looks, the theory about it being a demon lord digimon in disguise, and how it's an all knowledgeable Digimon willing to give up info in exchange for a price, which may seem more on Alastor's Ally, but Alastor isn't the only one binding people via deals. And the mega form will be Beelzemon because out of the mega forms I see available for this line, he's the most fitting.
Now we move on to Niffty, the little maid demon that stabbed Adam to death in the season finale. And no, I'm not going to give her any of the maid sisters as I don't think any of them would suit her. Instead I'm giving her a Gumdramon for 2 reasons. 1, Gumdramon are mischevious Digimon that loves to show off in dangerous situations, which would mesh well with Niffty's somewhat unhinged personality (as long as Gumdramon doesn't make a mess everywhere) and 2, Gumdramon's hidden potential as it can warp Digivolve into its mega, Arresterdramon. Considering the current theories about Niffty being an unknown overlord, it would be interesting to see her unlock that warp Digivolution somehow.
Next up, Lucifer and I have 2 different digimon lines in mind for him. First is obviously Lucemon due to the name, them being the rulers of Hell and Dark Web and their not-so-great relationship with heaven. Lucemon's idea to create a new world might not be good in the long run, but I'll wait until the show gets longer before fully deciding that. Though instead of the Shadowlord Mode, I'm sticking him with its X-Antibody form. The other being Toy Agumon due to his creativity, but I can't think of anything pass that as of right now, so if you have any ideas, please let me know.
Now we have Sir Pentious and you already know he's going to get a line with Digitamamon being the Ultimate stage. And I do like the idea of Minervamon being the Mega Form showing Sir Pentious's redemption after some build up of Digitamamon potentially becoming either Devitamon or Titamon if not raised properly or if Sir Pentious still had the idea of some form of revenge in the back of his head. As for the rookie form, sadly, there aren't many snake like Digimon to my surprise so I guess the main form, Goburimon would work for now.
Up next is Cherri Bomb and like Sir Pentious, her Digimon line is a little obvious with the Champion form being BomberNanimon. Whether it starts as Hagurumon or Impmon, I'll leave that up for debate. Keeping with the bomb theme, Giromon can become the ultimate form, and I guess we can make Chaosdramon the mega as its the only one in the line I can see that makes sense considering it's kind of a powerhouse that destroys everything around it, you know, like a bomb. Sadly, I only have enough time for one more today, but if ya'll enjoy this idea, I'll come back and make a Pt 2 of this. For now, let's end things off with another character that I really like and wish to see more of.
As we've seen so far, Emily is practically heaven's version of Charlie as they have the same energetic and empathetic personality. That said, I'm going to give her a Digimon that might be on the nose starting off, but might also be more interesting later on. I'm giving her a Patamon to start off with. Why a Patamon instead of a Salamon? You'll find out if I ever make a Pt 2. If you haven't figured it out already. So yeah, we'll stick with the main line being Angemon, then Magna Angemon, then whichever holy Digimon that floats your boat... if Emily stays in heaven. Remember, Sera warned her that going against Heaven's guidelines would result in her becoming fallen, and if that happens, that's when the Digivolution line changes from the Angemon line to the Devimon line as it is rumored that Devimon are actually fallen Angemon.
((And that's the list as of right now. What did you guys think? Interesting enough for a Pt 2 in the future? Let me know and thanks for reading.))
#hazbin hotel#digimon#charlie morningstar#vaggie#husk#cherri bomb#niffty#angel dust#sir pentious#alastor#lucifer morningstar#emily
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Kloktober 2023 Day 13
Nightmares or Visions
I think this prompt was very fitting for Nathan, giving that he canonically has horrific nightmares and haunting visions.
However, it is my belief that Toki has recurring nightmares as well, given his whole character, you know? And I wanted to write a little about it for today so...have a little Toki nightmare for this lovely Friday the 13th <3
Toki entered the living room and saw Skwisgaar was already sitting there. He hadn’t been noticed, though, as Skwisgaar’s back was to him, probably busy with the guitar. He started walking towards him.
“Hey, Skwisgaar!”
Apparently not having heard, Skwisgaar didn’t turn to him. Nothing out of the ordinary, Skwisgaar could get lost with the instrument.
Toki tried again. “Skwisgaar!”
Still nothing. Okay, a bit weird, however…
“Skwisgaar?”
After the third time of being ignored, Toki grabbed Skwisgaar’s shoulder with exasperation. “Heys.”
When Skwisgaar finally turned to him, Toki realized he wasn’t alone. Beside him, there was…
A monkey?!
“Oh, heys, Toke.” Skwisgaar seemed almost bored by the sight of him. “Meets Mr. Giggle.” He pointed at the animal sitting by his side. “He ams our news rhythms guitarists.”
Toki did a double take, wondering if he had misheard. “Whats?!”
The monkey waved at him with a grin. He had a Gibson Flying V on his lap, the same guitar Toki used, and wore a black bowtie on his hairy neck.
“He ams much mores disciplined and responsibkles d’an yous.” Skwisgaar explained, impassive. “And he alsos very funnies.” As if to demonstrate, the animal put the guitar on his head and started juggling with red balls, while carefully maintaining his balance.
Sighing, Toki looked at Skwisgaar. “Looks, Skwisgaar, if dis ams some kinds of jokes, I gets it, okays? Alls do betters-”
“Jokes?” Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow, as if insulted. “Dis amsnt a joke, Toki. The bands has discussed dis and we agreeds that he ams da best for Dethklok’s futores.”
“You ams lying!” Toki yelled. He fucking hated when Skwisgaar tried to freak him out. “I bets dat monkeys can’t plays guitar!”
Skwisgaar shook his head like Toki had disappointed him. “Soes arrosgant, as always.” Then, he turned to the monkey. “Shows dis little dildos, Mr. Giggle.”
Immediately, the creature started shredding like a maniac, then went on to play a solo that sounded like the kind of stuff Skwisgaar came up with. The speed and agility of his fingers was terrifying, not even in his best days had Toki been that good.
Defeated, Toki fell to his knees. “Dis ams impossibles…”
“He ams a chimpanskees, by the ways.” Skwisgaar added, grimacing at Toki on the floor. “Comes here, you goofballs.”
Toki raised his eyes to see Mr. Giggles jump on Skwisgaar’s lap excitedly. Skwisgaar petted his head fondly. “Who ams da best rhythms guitarists in da worlds?” He cooed affectionately.
The chimpanzee barked, thumping his chest proudly.
“Oh, look, it’s Mr. Giggles!” Pickles walked into the room, joined by Nathan and Murderface. “Aw, dood, he has a lil’ bow!” He pointed out with a smile.
“You likes it?” Skwisgaar asked, elated. “I pickeds it especially for him.”
“It’s fucking brutal.” Nathan commented.
“That guy schure knowsch how to rock.” Even Murderface agreed. None of them spared a glance at Toki, like he wasn’t even there.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned to see who it was, Charles was giving him his usual emotionless look. “We put all your stuff in boxes.” Two Klokateers holding several boxes were behind him. “And I, uh, took the liberty to call a cab for you.”
“Yous kicking me out?!” Toki screeched, standing up. The guys kept playing with Mr. Giggles next to him, completely unbothered by the commotion.
Charles gestured at some Klokateers by the door, moving furniture, clothes and decorations. “Mr. Giggles needs, uh, space for all his possessions. I’m afraid you no longer have a room.”
“Alls stay in de basements!” Toki clasped his hands together, pleading. “Please, don’ts kicks me out! I has nowheres to go!”
Moderately concerned, Charles put a hand on his chin. “I guess you could turn into a Klokateer. But, the…the conditions are gonna be harsh, Toki.” He stared at him with his cold robot eyes. “Are you sure you can take it? There are no second chances.”
Toki swallowed heavily. He imagined himself doing Pickles’ laundry, stained in vomit, pee and substances. Cleaning Skwisgaar’s room after a busy night, the smell of sex in the air, his monstrous seed all over the sheets and pungent underwear scattered across the floor. Washing Murderface’s disgusting feet and accidentally bursting its blisters, a mix of blood and pus dripping on his fingers. Throwing Nathan’s garbage after a night of spicy food and way too many chips. God, he didn’t want to work for these assholes.
He turned to look at Skwisgaar. The guy was playing with Mr. Giggles, tickling him and laughing. “Skwisgaar, please…” He got on his knees, ready to beg. “Alls do anythings, just let me stay in da bands, please!”
Skwisgaar side-eyed at Toki coldly, stopping the frolicking. The chimpanzee snarled at him while holding onto Skwisgaar possessively. “Why can’ts you accekpts dat it ams over, Toki?” He asked, stroking Mr. Giggles’ back while glancing at Toki like he was some pathetic creature or something.
“Because I don’ts wants to be replaced by a fucking monkeys!” Toki shouted, momentarily losing control. He winced at himself. “Sorries…”
“Gets up, Toki.” Skwisgaar said and he had no choice but to obey. Nathan, Pickles and Murderface were now paying attention to the exchange. An evil smirk spread across Skwisgaar’s face and Toki had a bad feeling in his gut. “I hereby perform citizens band-firing…” The chimpanzee nodded maniacally with his words. “Effective…..now!”
The walls of the house, of the universe even, cracked. “No!” Toki cried out in despair, losing his balance and falling backwards. The cracks were revealing black voids in between, slowly unraveling the fabric of Toki’s world. “No!” He cried out again.
Unbothered, Skwisgaar turned to his new pet lovingly. “Oh, and Mr. Giggle.” He said. “You can gets a solo.”
Toki himself felt his own body cracking in half. “Nooooo!!” He screamed, the last thing he saw being the ugly animal and Skwisgaar entangled in a passionate embrace.
“Ahh!!” He woke up, drenched in sweat and fear.
Startled by the noise, Skwisgaar and his guitar jolted next to him. “Da fucks, Toki?!” He asked, visibly annoyed.
It took Toki a few seconds to understand where he was. The living room again? “Wh-Where ams Mr. Giggle?!” He asked. “Don’t replaces me with a monkeys!” He grabbed Skwisgaar by the neckline of his shirt and shook him.
“L-Lets goes off me, idiots!” Skwisgaar tried to push him away to no avail.
“Don’t replaces me with a fucking monkeys!”
“What da fucks ams you saying?!”
“Alls does anythings, I swears!”
“Gets off me, Toki!”
#kloktober2023#kloktober#metalocalypse#toki wartooth#skwisgaar skwigelf#dethklok#my writing#no beta we die like men etc
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Seventeen MtL loving nose kisses/nose rubs
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DK
!DK DK DK DOKYEOM LEE SEOKMIN DEE KAY! Do I even have to explain why? He’s the most loving person ever and adores any chance he gets to be close to your face so nose kisses are his absolute FAVORITE type of kisses. It’s common for him to giggle while doing it as well🤭
Minghao
Hao is President of “kissing you all the time <3” club so it’s just swell and dandy that he gets to do it in so many cute and different ways <333 also the type to giggle during the process of rubbing his nose on yours (and I mean the signature Hao Giggles™️) [insert glass table shattering]
Dino
I read a fic with Chan as a bunny hybrid and I haven’t been right since.
!!SO!!
I can only think of Channie boy not just rubbing his nose on yours, but rubbing his face against you [think of this clip at 7:11]. Peak bunnyism 🙌🏾🐰🙌🏾
Mingyu
Dog boy loves getting all up in your space and shoving his face against yours, what can I say 🤷🏾♀️? He’d hum and be so pleased with himself afterwards too
Jun
He likes receiving them more than giving them
So it’s not out of the ordinary that you and Jun will be sitting at a table across from each other and he leans over the table scrunching his nose up and down to signify that he wants bunny kisses
Jeonghan
This dood mad sneaky wit it
He’ll come outta NOWHERE and grab your face and do it. He doesn’t do it as often as the others because he much prefers to kiss you mouth to mouth
Joshua
Also doesn’t do it as often but likes it nonetheless
he finds the noises you make to be absolutely adorable !
Hoshi
This fool will bite your nose ⚰️
He horanghae’d too close to the sun 😔
No but Fr tho he would nip your nose in a cute way (not like full on chomp on your nose tho looool) and then kiss it because he swears his kisses have healing properties 💫
He’s so corny but you would be lying if his goofiness didn’t make you smile and love him even more
Seungcheol
He’s the type to do it while in the middle of kissing you because he loves the closeness of it
He’ll put his hands on either side of your face and gently rub his nose on yours and then kiss it
Tooth. Rotting. Fluff
Wonwoo
He doesn’t do nose kisses or rubs at all
he’s sorta like Chan in the way he likes rubbing his nose against your cheek
So you guys will be on the couch watching TV and Wonwoo will move his head up or down and nuzzle his nose on your cheek <3
Seungkwan
He’ll do it once in every blue moon
It’s not that he doesn’t like doing it he just thinks it’s a bit weird to rub your nose on his bc he doesn’t want you to rub a booger onto his face💀
He’d much prefer kissing your cute cheeks instead 😌
Vernon
You’ll go in and rub your nose against his and he won’t catch on 💀
He’d think you’re trying to kiss him but furrow his brows when your lips don’t make contact
He’ll think it’s cute but doesn’t do it very much
Woozi
Everyone’s favorite tsundere 😘
He’s not the most affectionate to begin with but, rumor has it that he loves how affectionate you are with him but he just pretends to dislike it👀
So he’ll push you away and want a “real” kiss from you instead
But every time you kiss or rub his nose his heart skips a beat
Least
Main m.list
SVT m.list
#seventeen headcanons#seventeen mtl#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagine#seventeen fluff#hybrid mention#seventeen hybrid#but not really lol#seventeen x reader#seventeen x gn reader#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen x poc reader
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Hey so remember that band au
Do you have any brainrot scraps I could eat
i dont have anything like Publishable but yeah absolutely i got some scraps!! here is the tag for anyone seeing this and is like. What is she Talking about LNDFNFNLK
here is a quick social media edit for the chosen that i ended up not using in the overall edit
i dont think i've revealed who explicitly is in what band yet so have a fun lil guessing game as i give you a sneak peak at ftc's tracklist ! (easy mode xoxo)
and as a bonus some random headcanons under the cut bc why not:
courtney and spencer are long-time childhood friends, and they've been making music together since they were like. 7 and 11 respectively. spencer met shayne and damien in college and they've been in a band ever since!!
if you walk into any of the dressing rooms of every member of the chosen, they are listening to such different music to get ready it would actually make your heads spin. out of their botb fellow contestants, damien is most likely to listen to conventry (bc he's literally never been wrong), courtney is bumping kolivition, spencer is playing some classic smosh, and shayne is listening to ftc!!
i have in my brain what all of the songs are like. About ya know. so for example damien did the backing vocals for augustus and i have this idea in my brain that like. augustus IS this universe's manifestation of the character augustus. so like i think all of the chosen has a hand in writing the songs and damien co-wrote this one and it's just like. about a lonely lost kid who's awkward and doesn't fit in. like obviously it's a much less joking interpretation and more of a serious one but anyway it's still about him. is this making sense? i have No idea anymore!
courtney has also done some co-/backing vocals, and is the most likely to be featured on a track! she's featured on nuclear rain, and she also does a fun lil harmony for 'shoot dood.' shayne is the only one that has not sung and their fans keep begging but he REFUSES
'down bad' is their first like... love song? although it's technically just about how embarrassing being vulnerable and being in love are. smth smth the overwhelming ordeal of loving someone.
anyway it also opens with a snippet of a voicemail from kiana to spencer (probably from like years ago not about anything relevant) telling him to 'get up girl'. kiana is Not here for the fame, in fact she would rather no one knew who she was but unfortunately life be like this. after the ep drops the media goes fucking Nuts with rumors of whether or not they're dating.
they have fans who love the whole band but the amount of damien girls is of course insane. the other three mock him relentlessly for it. there is an entire instagram dedicated to updates about his hair.
lisa has put spencer on twitter timeout several times especially from the band's twitter bc he is Terrible for publicity. the order of worst to best for tweeting are: spencer, shayne, courtney, and damien
courtney takes selfies at EVERY live show they do; they have a collage of them as their phone background!!
as soon as courtney hears jackie is gonna be one of the judges for botb. hyperventilating. she loses her god damn mind. THE jacklyn uweh? famous recording artist? that's her shower sing-along playlist. lisa has explicitly banned them from any fangirling until the battle is Over
"up & coming" is like a netflix reality show about small bands really trying to make it, and they were featured after kiana got in contact with the showrunner. it basically followed them as they made their third ep and interviewed them and people they know. it's very much a 'before they were famous moment.'
damien bet shayne $20 that he wouldn't stare into the camera in every single shot. shayne committed to the bit. no one said anything and they kept every single shot in and NO ONE knows why.
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kiss me on the sidewalk (take away the pain)
Taylor’s dealt with enough of this tragic angst bullshit for a lifetime.
So when he hears a large thump behind him and whirls around to see Lincoln Li-Wilson collapsed on the cracked sidewalk and bleeding profusely with no healers in sight, Taylor doesn’t quite believe what he’s seeing, because this is not how things are supposed to go.
Or: Lincoln takes a hit for Taylor, and Taylor is left alone to hold his friend together until help arrives.
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Hi, guys, new dndads fic! Wanted to get this one out before the episode drops and just barely made it in time. Enjoy some swiftli hurt/comfort!
Being the main character is not all it’s cracked up to be, sometimes.
Sometimes, you grow up never knowing your dad, but it’s all super cool because he abandoned you erased your memories of him for the plot left to protect you. Just another reason why it makes sense that Taylor Swift is the chosen one.
Well, not the Chosen One, but Taylor and his friends chose this for themselves (since nobody else was getting shit done), and he kind of thinks that’s cooler.
Anyway. Taylor is the main character of this story (because fuck Normal, real life is anime if he has anything to say about it), and he has plenty of tragedy that enables him to back this theory up.
Taylor’s nearly died a handful of times - to the point where he’s literally had his head severed from his body. He’s watched his father get cut in half, and most recently, his mom lost nearly her whole arm since he let his arch-nemesis (Willy, that fucker) get too close.
The point is, Taylor’s seen enough jacked-up shit at this point, and he can just feel the way that they’re nearly through with their quest. All that’s left, really, is to put the Big Bad in his place (six feet under, of course) and then they can timeskip to where he and his friends are all older and happy and maybe some of them are dating or married or have kids and they all meet up for dinner and drinks once a month.
Taylor’s dealt with enough of this tragic angst bullshit for a lifetime.
So when he hears a large thump behind him and whirls around to see Lincoln Li-Wilson collapsed on the cracked sidewalk and bleeding profusely with no healers in sight, Taylor doesn’t quite believe what he’s seeing, because this is not how things are supposed to go.
Golden strands of magic arc like lightning from Link’s outstretched hand toward one of the two dozen or so Doodlerized assailants that Willy decided to sic on them, and Taylor keeps its phoenix-bright comet-tail in his peripheral vision.
Just looking at Link’s light directly is enough to blind Taylor, he’s found, sprinting forward with a silent casting of Zephyr Strike as the spell goes wide.
Heh. Looks like Taylor’s newfound foe is too disoriented to prepare themself.
With two quick flashes of his blade, another body drops to the ground.
Taylor quickly divests the corpse of its gun and wills his hands to stop shaking as he flicks the safety on and pockets the weapon, turning on his heel and running back for his friend.
“H-hey, you got ‘im,” Link says weakly as Taylor kneels down in front of him. “Good job.”
“Thanks. Fuck,” Taylor says, with feeling, as he wracks his brain for any information from the countless survivalist’s first aid books he’s read over the years and coming up short because there is so much blood. Because there is a veritable puddle of red blooming around Link, and his jersey is absolutely soaked in crimson, and this really, really doesn’t look good.
Link needs Normal. Sparrow. Some sort of healer. Right fucking now.
This is bad, this is so, so bad.
“Norm!” Taylor yells, really wishing that he had the Message spell or a goddamn cell phone right now. “We could really use some heals over here, man!”
No response, which is typical, seeing as how Normal and Scary appear to be entangled with fending off their own Doodlerized opponents, and the various father figures and Dood are similarly occupied. They’re also all on the far reaches of the mall parking lot, which is, you know, par for the course at this point.
Of course having a nice, regular time introducing Dood to the concept of the teenage mall hangout would go disastrously wrong. Because clearly it was getting too slice-of-life-y in here.
Of-fucking-course.
Link inhales sharply, and Taylor’s attention snaps back to him. Link’s trying to apply pressure to the wound, hands clasped over a spot on his side and desperately attempting to keep the blood inside his body where it belongs. Taylor feels a little nauseous when he realizes his friend’s long fingers are covered in the stuff, partially-coagulated bits of his own gore caking his fingernails, smeared across his knuckles, still leaking through his hands and adding to the dark pool beneath him. The air smells suffocatingly like warm metal.
Taylor slings his go bag off his shoulder, tears through its contents until he finds a wad of medical gauze (not nearly heavy-duty enough to be effective against this, Taylor really should’ve stocked up on better supplies ages ago when they started this saving-the-world shit, but at least it’s better than nothing), and leans over his friend.
“Hey,” he says, voice sharp and clipped in a way Taylor himself hardly recognizes, “let me.”
He pries one of Link’s hands away just enough to fit the whole roll of white fabric, places his hand on top of it, unfolds it a little bit to cover as much of the bullet wound as he can. He presses down hard (perhaps a bit too hard, if the way Link grunts is any indication).
“Sorry,” Taylor mutters, because he is, because it’s all he feels like he’s been saying lately.
Sorry Willy fucked with your head, Scary. Sorry I didn’t protect you enough, Mom.
Sorry you’re bleeding out and it’s all my fault because I haven’t been fast enough, smart enough, vigilant enough, anything enough.
“You can move your hands out of the way now, I’ve got it,” Taylor says, attempting to dull the spike-sharpened edge of his voice into something soft and steady with minimal success.
One of Link’s sticky hands rests limply atop Taylor’s as the other falls to the side, and Taylor kind of wants to throw up.
The hand atop Taylor’s strokes gently across the back of his hand. It leaves a messy streak of red on his paler skin.
“Hey,” Link murmurs, “It’s gonna be okay, right? You’re gonna be okay.”
Taylor’s gaze lifts to Link’s face incredulously because in what world is this okay, and his friend’s eyes - he can’t tell if they’re misting with unshed tears or if they’re fogging over, but something is clouding those honey-syrup irises and neither of the options are good at all.
Taylor presses down a little harder, just to hear Link’s breath hitch again, just to watch the way his vision seems to clear for the briefest of moments.
“Link, stay with me, man,” he commands - though this voice feels too rough and wild and wobbly to carry any sort of authority. “Just stay with me, just hang on, just stay awake, please, I can’t -”
“I will,” Link replies, wheezing a little. “I’ll - ‘ll try my best. C-can I lay down, though?”
“Yeah, dude, of course,” Taylor murmurs, trying to gesture with his head rather than his hands before giving up and saying “Put your head on my lap, okay?”
Link complies, though not without a few awkward adjustments and grunts of pain, and Taylor tries to mentally steel himself for waiting until help arrives.
God. This was supposed to just be a chill day where they could all act their age for once, let their eyes adjust to the yellow-sun-daylight, not have to worry as much about the impending threat looming over their heads.
And now, his best friend is lying atop him, bleeding out, probably minutes away from dying, and Taylor can’t do anything about it.
It’s not fair, he thinks. This isn’t even the final battle, not even a mini-boss! This is just some monster-of-the-week type of shit and now Link is dying and Taylor feels like something’s deeply broken in him, too, spilling out and slipping through every crack and crevice, gross and ugly and terrifying and they’re not even eighteen yet, not even adults, and Link is so kind and brave and loyal and strong and steady and protective and stupidly, stupidly self-sacrificial, and -
Link’s breathing is far too shallow for Taylor’s liking, or maybe that’s just the sound of his own lungs rapidly filling and deflating in his ears as he tries to think of anything to say to keep his friend awake.
Taylor’s unmoored, unsteady, adrift without Link by his side, and god, why did he let himself get this attached if all people are ever going to do is leave him, and he doesn’t want Link to die, not when he’s made Taylor’s life better in every conceivable way, and -
Taylor jolts at the feeling of something grimy and sticky and slightly clammy against his cheek.
He looks down, and Link’s clearly trying to maintain focus through the pain as he wipes some moisture off his face with his thumb.
“Hey,” Link says, soft concern made jagged by the blood attempting to seep through the gauze, between the gaps in Taylor’s fingers.
“Hey,” Taylor repeats back, helplessly, blinking away hot tears as fast as he can because blinking means not looking at Link and, god, he hadn’t even realized he was crying until now. It comes out with a wheeze, like the syllable was punched out of him, and then with a gasp, and then another, and then another, and Taylor can feel his chest constricting and fuck, how is he supposed to be any use to his friend when he can’t even breathe right?
“No, no, no, Tay, don’t - ah - cry for me,” Link says, unsteadily and ragged and so unlike the Link Taylor knows, except it’s exactly like the Link he knows, because providing reassurance is, for some goddamn reason, a priority for him even when he’s bleeding out onto the concrete and asphalt.
Taylor shudders at Link’s touch and his chest heaves as he tries to force air into his lungs, leaning into the hand that still lingers at his cheek and hoping that the wordless (undeserved) gratitude comes across.
Link is cupping the side of his face insistently, fingers brushing gently beneath his eye, up his cheekbone, tucking stringy hair behind the shell of his ear, almost as if he’s trying to memorize as much as he can by feel, immortalize his bone structure and acne scars in his mind before its gears stop turning completely. The thought rips a hole through Taylor’s chest, causes his eyes to well up with moisture and for frustrated, shame-hot rivers to wind down his cheeks.
“You’re… really adorable when you’re all -ah - pouty and frustrated, y’know,” Link says, a hazy, dreamlike quality entering his tone, and oh, no, Taylor does not like what that implies. “Not l-like this, though, I don’t like seeing you cry like this.”
“Well, don’t get yourself hurt like this, asshole!” Taylor snaps back, because really, the nerve of this guy to be dying on him and then complaining about seeing him sad.
“I had to,” Link says, gravely, simply. “I saw that guy take aim at you, and it - ah - was, it was you or me. Easy choice,” He finishes, and he has the absolute audacity to smile the slightest bit, lips turning up at the corners weakly.
“You’re a healer!” Taylor yells, face blotchy with tears and frustration. “You could’ve just healed me! I would’ve been fine!”
Taylor, not for the first time in this adventure, wishes desperately that whatever powers are at play would have granted him some magic that was actually useful, healing and wonderful and holy like Normal’s or Link’s or, hell, even powerful and dark like Scary’s, instead of just cheap party tricks that help him run away and hide.
It’s not fair that Taylor can’t give Link what the other boy has given him many times over. It’s not fair that the world feels like it’s standing still, timed to Link’s uneven breaths, and it’s something that he can’t outrun, can’t make disappear.
“Oh,” Link breathes, “Ha - ah - got me there.”
Taylor presses his hands firmly against Link’s wound, because he has to be good for this one mundane thing, at the very least, has to be of some use, somehow, sets his jaw and grits his teeth against the shame burning white-hot with infernal hellfire behind his eyes.
“I,” Link croaks, “I didn’t really think about it, then, ah, I just. Moved.” There’s a sound that sounds like a frankly awful mix between a chuckle and a wince, and then he says “Guess you do crazy things when you’re in l-”
He trails off halfway through his sentence, eyes becoming blearily unfocused as he looks to the side.
“Link,” Taylor prompts, because whatever feverish statement Link had been about to make feels important, for some reason.
“Link,” Taylor says again, louder, and is met with no response.
“Hey, Link, Link, Lincoln, come on, this isn’t funny, listen to me, damnit!” Taylor can barely hear the sound of his own voice over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, because Link can’t be dead, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t.
He almost wants to shake him, but he can’t because that would mean taking pressure off the wound and that’s something that Taylor cannot risk when Link’s chest is (thankfully, blessedly) still rising and falling. But maybe not for much longer.
“I can’t lose you,” Taylor sobs, already past hysterical and bordering on flat-out manic. “Lincoln, please.”
“I - uh,” Link says, kind of unintelligibly, but it’s Link and he’s lucid enough to try to speak and Taylor’s crying even harder out of relief.
“S-orry,” Link manages, turning to look at him, “ah - kinda got lost in thought there. Y’were saying?”
“Fuck you, man,” Taylor hisses, emphatically. “I thought you died!”
“Sorry, just - can I kiss you?” Link asks suddenly, eyes wide.
“What the f- now?” Taylor blurts in response, because truly, where the fuck was this coming from?
Link makes a little laughing sound that turns into a wheeze that’s punctuated by more warm blood spurting against the gauze Taylor is pressing to his friend’s side.
“We’re married,” Link says as Taylor splutters, rapidly trying to get his mind to wrap around any of this. “It’s not that c-crazy, ah, of an ask.”
“It kind of is when you’re bleeding to death!” Taylor exclaims, his voice heightening to a near-hysterical pitch.
“You don't - ah - have you if you don’t want to,” Link says in a tone that is probably supposed to be reassuring but absolutely nothing about this situation is remotely close. “I just thought it - it might help. Distract. From the - uh, pain? And I… I kinda miss it.”
Oh. It’d never occurred to Taylor that Link being previously married meant he’s technically kissed someone before. Kissed them often enough, enjoyed it often enough to long for it.
His stomach twists oddly at the concept.
Taylor’s never really… thought about what it would be like to kiss someone. Beyond the abstract, of course. He doesn’t even know if he’d like it.
But, as far as first kisses go, sharing it with his best friend sounds… almost nice, if it weren’t for this entire ordeal.
And if Link wants this - if it’ll help keep him here, keep him present, give him something to feel beyond the agony he’s surely suffering and keep his mind off the pain - well. Taylor would be a pretty shitty right hand man to deny him that.
“Okay,” Taylor says shakily.
“Really?” He can’t tear his eyes away from Link’s face - partly because of the strange dichotomy of awe and agony that paint his features, and partly because he’s afraid of looking down and seeing nothing but red.
“Yeah, if you think it’ll help,” Taylor hears himself respond. “If it’s what you need.”
“It is,” Link says simply.
If Taylor doesn’t look down at the blood staining them both, he can almost imagine the adrenaline pulsing through his veins is for an entirely different reason. He can imagine Link is in his lap because he wants to be there, and that the hand still resting on his cheek is a sign of affection and not just his best friend desperately clinging to his warmth for comfort, and that the way his eyes are glossed over are from desire and not from excruciating pain.
“Okay, I’ve, uh, never done this-“ Taylor starts to say, because of course stupid teenage nerves get the better of him when his closest friend is dying in his arms.
“I’m sure you’ll - ah - you’ll be great,” Link says, features softening briefly before screwing up in pain.
Okay. Taylor can do this. Link needs him.
“Just, uh, tap out if you lose too much air, ‘kay? Don’t wanna fuck up your breathing.”
“Mm,” Link hums, straining a bit to lean up toward him.
Taylor leans in the rest of the way.
Kissing Link is… well, it isn’t great. The angle is awkward so that Taylor can keep attempting to staunch the bleeding, and his lips are chapped and probably bitten raw from anxious habit, and Taylor can’t really do anything about either of those things. The kiss tastes salty with their sweat and Taylor’s tears and gritty with the grime from the ongoing combat, and Taylor can’t bring himself to close his eyes for fear of Link slipping away.
But he can feel the way Link’s smiling slightly against his mouth, so Taylor guesses he’s doing something right.
The hand that had previously rested on Taylor’s cheek comes around to cradle the nape of his neck, fingers gently tangling in battle-mussed black hair. The action has Taylor making a frankly embarrassing noise high in the back of his throat, and Link’s smile grows as he pulls him in impossibly closer. Taylor is pliant and trusting in his friend’s trembling grasp, letting Link guide them both because the boy beneath him clearly has more experience and Taylor frankly has no idea what he’s doing.
Taylor longs to reciprocate in every way he can, to rest a supporting hand between Link’s shoulder blades, to weave another in Link’s soft-looking curls, to make this kiss better for Link, because Link is good in a way that Taylor can never hope to be and he deserves all the love and affection and passion in the world.
As it is, though, Taylor has to be content with pressing his palms against blood-soaked gauze and hoping he can make this up to him if they get out of this mess.
He funnels every emotion he can into all of the points where their bodies connect, a swirling concoction of terror and adoration and desperation and loyalty and affection. And there’s more than a little confusion that seeps through, because Taylor hadn’t thought about kissing Link before, but at the present moment, with Link’s full lips moving tenderly against his, it’s suddenly all Taylor can think about. And maybe he’d like to do this again, under better circumstances, to pull Link in close and give back the attention and care and devotion he’s always given him. If Link wanted to, of course. And suddenly, Taylor finds himself hoping that Link would want to, because Link is lovely and protective and kind and awkward and endearing and so, so beautiful, and -
Oh.
Taylor’s always felt strongly for his best friend, but now, on the cracked curb of a mall parking lot with the sounds of battle fading to a dull roar around them - now, with Link’s blood on his hands and Link’s fingers in his hair and Link’s mouth against his own - Taylor thinks that maybe those feelings run far deeper than he previously thought.
There’s nothing Taylor can do about the thoughts raging like wildfires in his brain. He can’t run or hide from them if he tried - he can only hold this boy’s life in his hands and stay with him, hoping that he has the strength to do the same. Taylor tries his damndest to speak without words, every insistent press of lips a chorus of stay, I’m not leaving, don’t go where I can’t follow, I need you here, I want you here, stay awake, stay with me, don’t leave, I’m here, stay, stay, stay.
And maybe it’s selfish of Taylor, but it’s true. If he has one more thing ripped out from underneath him, he thinks it might break him.
Link pulls away, and Taylor lets him. His best friend’s breaths flutter against his skin in uneven pants, and Taylor’s heart beats frantically as he searches his face for any discomfort.
Taylor watches as Link’s eyes open, a soft smile pulling at his lips, and Taylor breathes out a sigh of relief. Link’s hands have migrated to latch around the back of Taylor’s neck and he leans into him, seeking out the comfort of Taylor’s warmth.
(Taylor’s muscles strain in protest and the near-constant ache in his body intensifies, but he doesn’t mind. Not when it might be the last chance he ever has for Link to lean against him like this.)
“Thanks,” Link says, and his voice is raspy and so, so small, and god, Taylor just wants to hold him close forever, to shield and guard him like Link has always done for him, to ensure nothing like this ever happens again.
Link’s eyes haven’t left his since the moment they broke apart, and while the fogginess in them is a bit worrisome, his dopey little smile is enough to soothe the worst of Taylor’s anxieties.
“I’ve - mm - I’ve wanted to do that. For a while. A long time,” Link murmurs haltingly, still looking at Taylor as if transfixed, as if Taylor’s the only thing that matters, and Taylor feels unanchored from reality.
Who gave his friend the right to look at him like he’s his personal salvation? Who gave him the absolute nerve to only bring this up as he’s actively dying? Was Link just going to hold this inside himself forever, and would Taylor never have known otherwise?
A spark of indignation alights in the hellfire of Taylor’s chest, and he looks down at his friend, watches as Link’s lazy smile fades.
Good.
“What the fuck?” Taylor exclaims, seething more than a little.
Link hisses a little, flinching, and Taylor quickly attempts to cool the demonic heat seeping through his skin.
“Why didn’t you ask before?” He says, trying to take a bit of the edge off his voice.
Link looks like he wants to say something, but he moves a little too much and the gauze at Link’s side blooms with even more red, so all that comes out is a small, pained noise.
“You know what?” Taylor says firmly. “It doesn’t matter, because you are so, so stupid.”
Link wheezes in protest, and Taylor shakes his head, furrowing his brows - let me finish.
“When -” Taylor starts, “not if, when - we get out of this, I’m going to kiss the shit out of you for as long as you want. I’m gonna make you forget your own goddamn name if that’s what you want. Got that?”
Link’s eyes are a little less clouded now, and he smiles so wide that his dimples show.
(Taylor decides that he’s going to kiss those later.)
“Mmmm. I’d like that,” Link says, voice soft and fond, and Taylor isn’t sure whether he wants to laugh or cry.
Taylor’s body can’t seem to make up its mind either. Some strangled sort of sound rips itself out of his throat, scratching long claws into his windpipe on the way up, and he blinks away hot tears as fast as he can because even a moment with his vision obscured could be the moment Link falls unconscious and Taylor can’t have that happen. His breaths are loud and fast and there’s static and ringing in his ears and Link looks pained but ultimately concerned for him which is stupid, so, so stupid because Taylor is fine, he’s not the one with a bullet wound gushing blood, he’s fine, he’s fine, he’s fine.
“Hey,” A voice calls from above him, firm yet calm, between gasping breaths like its owner just ran from somewhere, and Taylor nearly leaps out of his skin, cursing himself for not being on guard enough to notice someone was coming, and -
Taylor looks up from Link for just enough to catch a glimpse of hazel eyes framed by heavy dark circles and smudged glasses, then snaps his gaze back down, shaking with some bizarre concoction of relief and adrenaline as he processes things.
They aren’t being attacked, it’s just Normal’s dad (Uncle? No, dad, he’s wearing glasses), Normal’s dad is a Druid, he can heal, someone heard Taylor when he called for help, Link’s going to be okay.
“Mister Oak-Swa- Swoa-” Taylor starts, but he can’t seem to get the words out with how much he’s shaking, mind and heart and mouth stuttering as he tries to get a fucking grip. “He’s hurt,” he finishes pathetically.
“I can see that,” Normal’s dad says, enunciating each word clearly, barely loud enough to be audible over the din of staticky noise that Taylor’s mind has become.
Taylor’s hands press a bit harder against Link’s side, and his friend makes a broken sound that might be a wheeze.
Taylor looks down at his hands, and god, they’re absolutely coated in gore, a red-brown smudge atop his knuckles from where Link had swiped his thumb across them, and the gauze is a horrible shade of maroon, and it’s damp and sticky with blood and it needs to be changed out but it’s all Taylor has, and the world starts to blur at the edges of his vision and it feels like he’s been running for ages with how his chest is heaving even though his legs ache from sitting in this position for so long, and it hurts to look at Link like this, and something twists in Taylor’s gut and everything feels too constricting and there’s so much blood and he can’t breathe and he’s useless and he’s terrified -
“Hey, Taylor,” Normal’s dad says slowly, gently. “Kid, can you look at me?”
Taylor hears the words and he knows what they mean but he just can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away because his best friend’s life is draining out between the cracks in his trembling fingers and Taylor has to keep watching, he has to, because he can barely feel his hands anymore and maybe if he doesn’t look they’ll fall to his sides and Link will die and it will be all Taylor’s fault, and-
“Taylor,” Normal’s dad says, louder, authoritative, and there’s a hand (dry, not sticky with blood) grasping his shoulder and the weight of it wrenches his gaze upward.
“Agh - sorry,” Taylor says, “Sorry, sorry, sorry-”
“No apologies,” Normal’s dad says, searching Taylor’s face for something, his expression softening, and something about the downturn of his mouth and the gleam of his eyes seems deeply sad and tired in a way Taylor can’t possibly hope to examine, not when the blood coating his hands and the tang of warm metal in the air makes him want to be sick.
“Listen,” Normal’s dad says, jaw setting and eyes going flinty again. “Nod when you’re listening.”
Taylor inclines his head shakily, everything too garbled within him to form any sensical words.
“You did a good thing, okay? You did so well. You used all the resources you had at your disposal. You kept Lincoln stable until I could make it here. It’s going to be okay now, and that’s because of you.”
“Y’did good, Tay,” Link mumbles beneath him. Taylor glances down and Link’s smiling weakly up at him, rubbing gently at the base of Taylor’s neck. “‘Ll’be alright.”
“Yes, you will,” Normal’s dad says affirmatively, and Taylor clings to it like a buoy in a vast, tumultuous ocean.
“Link,” the man says, “Normal’s healed you before, right?”
“Mhm,” Link says, eyes glassy and wide.
“Good. It’s gonna feel a little weird, probably, but you’ll be back on your feet as soon as it’s over. I’m going to touch your shoulder to heal you. Is that okay?”
Link nods, then winces a little.
“Taylor,” Normal’s dad says, “I want the wound to heal properly, so I need you to move your hands.”
“But-” Taylor starts to protest, and his stomach twists violently at the thought.
“I know,” he says, and he has that mournful look in his eyes again. “It’s scary, but I need you to trust me. Okay?”
“S’okay, Tay,” Link mutters. “You can hold my hands, if you want.”
Taylor would rather not tear his hands away from the bloody gauze and open the wound even further, but at the very least he needs to hold onto something.
“Okay,” Taylor hears himself say. Then, “Now?”
“Now,” Normal’s dad agrees, and there’s a horrible ripping sound as Taylor brings his hands away from Link’s side, the gauze glued to them with congealed blood.
Link winces, lifting his hands, palm-up, for Taylor to grab. Taylor takes them and squeezes tight, tries to force himself not to think too hard about Link’s shaking breaths or about how cold Link’s hands are even through the dirty gauze. Link screws his eyes shut as their friend’s father rests a grounding hand on his shoulder and inhales deeply, closing his own eyes in concentration.
When his eyes open, they glow a sickly green, iris and pupil and sclera overtaken by the color of luna moth wings. Mesmerizing luminescent magic siphons from beneath freckled skin, cloudy and moonlit as it writhes from the veins on the insides of his wrists, twisting and like the branches of a newly-grown vine, before meeting Link’s skin, seeping into it with a weak sage-silver glow. The open bullet wound at Link’s side becomes overgrown with green magic. Its faint shine spreads like moss over its surface, suturing it closed before fading away, leaving nothing but a slightly paler slash of Link’s skin in its wake.
“How do you feel?” Normal’s dad asks after blinking away the last motes of glowing green.
“Better,” Link says, letting go of one of Taylor’s hands to ghost curious fingers along his new scar. His eyes are bright and lively and not misted over in pain at all. “Feels a little weird to be on the other side of a Cure Wounds, I’ll be honest.”
Normal’s dad grimaces a little in understanding.
“Definitely beats actively dying, though! Thank you, Mister Oak-Swallows-Garcia.”
“Just Sparrow is fine, Boss.”
Taylor barely registers any of this, however, because his eyes are drawn to Link’s scar. It’s barely a pockmark, only a few shades lighter than his deep brown skin, and Link flinches a little against him when Taylor’s free hand brushes against it. It’s such a small mark, but it’s the difference between Link sitting against him, slouched over and tired but wonderfully, beautifully alive, and Link laying in his arms, limp and cold and dead.
Link carefully peels away the gauze still stuck to Taylor’s palm and slots their hands together. Slowly, he interlocks their fingers, runs his thumb along the side of his hand, and Taylor nearly cries at the gesture.
(Link’s hands are still cold, but that’s normal, Taylor has to remind himself. Link’s always had cold hands, and their hands are clammy and sticky still but it’s okay because Link is squeezing his hand, a silent reminder of I’m here, it’s okay, you can relax, and god, Taylor would be lost without him.)
There’s a shriek of loud static that Taylor is pretty sure isn’t just in his head, and Sparrow sighs.
“Sounds like Dood just spontaneously combusted someone again,” Link observes.
“Yeah,” he agrees, getting up from his crouch and adjusting his glasses. “I’m going to get back out there, see if we can finish this off without any other injuries happening.”
“We’ll come with you,” Link says. Taylor nods, attempting to reassemble his brain into something that can withstand the chaos of the parking lot-turned-battlefield, wanting to get his limbs under him correctly and wincing at the ache, and where the fuck did he leave his cane-
“No, you won’t. You two are out of combat for the rest of the fight. Doctor’s orders.”
“You’re an ice cream shop employee,” Taylor mutters. His voice sounds… off, shaky. Is Taylor shaking?
“Field medic’s, then,” he corrects amiably. “You need to focus on recovering.”
“But I’m-”
Sparrow cuts Link off with a pointed look, allowing his eyes to slide over to Taylor before looking at Link again, and there’s something significant about it but Taylor’s brain feels too scrambled to parse any meaning from it.
“Oh,” Link says softly.
“Take care of each other,” Sparrow says, and something about it feels final. “I’ve gotta go make sure your other friends are holding up okay.”
Taylor watches as Sparrow leaves only in the most distant sense, focusing on clenching his hands against Link’s and feeling the sensation of his friend squeezing back.
“Taylor,” Link starts, and his gaze darts up from their clasped hands (still bloodstained, bits starting to flake off in pieces like peeled paint or grotesque confetti, warm against cold, alive alive, alive) to look at him. He looks so concerned - over him, again, Taylor realizes. “I’m alive. It’s okay. You saved me.”
He punctuates this with a light squeeze to both of Taylor’s hands, and combined with the warmth of his gaze (his eyes had been so horribly cloudy before, and Taylor had almost lost him) and his steady voice (he had been slurring his words, choking on them, near-delirious, and Taylor had almost lost him) and the slight, hopeful upturn of his lips (near-identical to the small, weak smile he wore as Taylor kissed him, and he almost lost him) something in Taylor shatters.
“C’mere,” Link says, sitting up a bit straighter and opening his arms, and Taylor all but launches himself into them, hands scrabbling to find purchase on Link’s shoulders, fisting in the grimy fabric of his athletic shirt as he presses his face into his friend’s chest.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, it’s okay, you can let it out,” Link soothes, rubbing circles into the back of Taylor’s shirt with his thumbs, and it only makes Taylor cry harder.
You nearly died, Taylor thinks frantically, breaths coming as rapid as the frenzy of his thoughts. You nearly died and I couldn’t do anything about it and I was so useless and pathetic and terrified of losing you and -
“Oh, Taylor,” Link says in between Taylor’s sobs. “Tay, honey, you gotta breathe, okay? Breathe with me, just listen and try to copy me, alright?”
Taylor tries to nod, but with the strength of the tremors that are running through him, it probably doesn’t come across.
Link’s hand comes up to cup the back of Taylor’s head, guiding him to rest with an ear to his chest. Link’s lungs steadily expand and deflate, a consistent rising-falling pattern, and just below Taylor’s ear, his heartbeat pulses, strong and confident.
Taylor thinks about the way Link had barely been able to breathe properly through the pain and his vision blurs with tears again, the periphery growing dark, and Taylor’s breaths feel like they’re being punched out of him, leaving him floundering and weak and aching and miserable.
“Link,” Taylor gasps, wave after wave of sobs wracking his body.
His best friend holds him through it all, offering reassurances in between measured, exaggerated breaths.
“I’m okay,” he says. Breathe in. “We’re okay.” Breathe out. “You’re not gonna lose me.” In. “I’m not going anywhere.” Out. “You were so brave, I’m here, we’re gonna be okay.” In, out, in, out.
Fingers card gently through his hair as Link presses a gentle kiss to the top of Taylor’s head, and Taylor lets himself fall apart.
-
Taylor can’t tell how long he sits there in the circle of Link’s arms, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the way he breathes. He’s lost time before, but it scares him to think how much he might have missed, especially since they’re still technically on the fringes of an active battleground.
Eventually, though, his breaths even out and the last of his tears dry up, leaving his face a puffy, snotty, splotchy mess.
They sit quietly for a few moments, Link still combing gentle fingers through greasy hair with one hand and tracing meaningless shapes into the center of his back with the other, humming soothingly every now and then.
Taylor pulls away first, wiping below his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Got it all out?” Link asks, and Taylor finds no trace of pity in his voice or expression, only gentleness and concern, and it makes him want to cry again but from the dryness of his eyes Taylor knows there aren’t any tears left.
“Yeah,” Taylor sniffles pathetically, opting to hide his face in Link’s shoulder.
Before he can, though, Link carefully takes Taylor’s face in his hands, thumbing away mostly-dry tears. He leans in, brows drawn together as if he’s concentrating on something, and presses a soft kiss to the top of his nose bridge, just between his eyes. Gold and saffron bloom behind Taylor’s closed eyelids, and the stuffiness and congestion fades away a little.
“Better?” Link asks.
“If you almost die like that again, I’m revoking your kiss privileges,” He huffs in lieu of a response.
“Kiss privileges?” Link echoes, raising an eyebrow.
“Typical,” Taylor gripes with no real heat. “You really had the audacity to make me realize I want you as you’re fucking dying, and you aren’t even taking my threat seriously.”
Link’s eyes go comically wide. “You want me?”
Oh. “I said that out loud, didn’t I,” Taylor says.
“Yeah, you, uh, did,” Link replies. “I thought I had made that up. Like a fever dream, or something. Um, wow. Are… do you really..?”
Link looks so incredibly flustered, and it’s unbearably cute.
Fuck it, Taylor thinks, and he leans further into Link, bringing a hand to rest on his shoulder as he presses a chaste kiss to his friend’s lips.
Taylor backs away, sitting in Link’s lap as he looks up at him through his lashes. “Does that answer your question?”
“Uh, not really?” Link responds, earnest and awkward and sweet. And then a shy smile pulls at his lips. “Maybe,” he says quietly, “if you try that again, I might get it.”
Holy fuck, Taylor thinks, eyes drawn from the quirk of Link’s brows to the smirking curve of his mouth.
“Okay,” Taylor says, splaying a hand between Link’s shoulder blades the way he had wanted to earlier, running another hand through Link’s hair and dragging him down to seal their lips together again.
It feels much better to kiss his friend this way, finally able to hold him and treat him with the affection he deserves and be held in return. It’s unhurried, burnt-out adrenaline leaving him pliant and tired, and the sheer relief of it all has Taylor breaking the kiss to laugh hysterically, breathlessly against his lips. Of course it would take something this stupidly, horribly dramatic to get Taylor to realize what he almost lost.
Link softly laughs in response, and he rests their foreheads together as they attempt to control their giggling.
Taylor opens his eyes to see Link grinning with all his teeth, sunny and bright, his cheeks dimpling from the force of it, and Taylor ducks into his space quickly to place a tiny, fluttering kiss in each divot . Something warm and possessive makes its home in his chest, curling between his ribs, brighter than the solstice-hot flames of hell.
Mine, Taylor thinks, the word doing little to encapsulate everything he feels about the boy in front of him. I’m never letting anything take you away from me ever again.
He pulls away, and Link is looking at him like he’s personally placed the sun in the sky (well, they both helped with that, technically), like he’s someone worthy of being adored, and Taylor feels like he could collapse under the weight of his gaze.
He settles for falling wordlessly into Link’s arms again, and the breath is briefly knocked out of Link’s chest, but his arms come to circle around him, safe and protective and secure and wonderful. Taylor listens to the thrum of his best friend’s pulse with an ear to the side of his neck as Link rests his cheek atop his head, murmuring reassurances and praise in equal measure.
Taylor just barely hears footsteps approaching their spot on the curb of the sidewalk - he probably wouldn’t have noticed it at all, wrung-out as he is, if not for the way Link tenses around him, holding him a little closer as his head lifts from atop his own.
“H-hey, um,” Scary calls - and Taylor knows it’s Scary, recognizes the timbre of her voice, but the pitch of sounds more uncertain than Taylor’s ever known - almost like she’s afraid to speak.
“It’s just us, Normal and Scary,” Norm’s reedy voice adds with that same unsure edge. “The fight’s over, you’re okay, man.”
Link relaxes a bit around Taylor in relief, and Taylor glances up to see him blinking sheepishly at their friends.
“No casualties?” Link asks. Taylor just hums, sinking further into his arms, too exhausted from the whirlwind of adrenaline and emotions to do anything other than listen.
“Not on our side,” Scary confirms. “Dood exploded some guys, though.”
“I exploded some guys!” Dood chirps happily.
“Are you guys sure you’re okay?” Normal prods, voice tinged with worry. “My dad told us what happened. I’m glad he could make it in time, but I think I have a little more juice left if something needs healing.”
“I’m good. Uh, physically, at least,” Link says. “Tay?” he prompts, giving Taylor a nudge.
“M’fine,” he responds without lifting his head from Link’s shoulder, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “Achy. Sleepy. M’fine.”
“Okay,” Norm says, and Taylor can hear the uncertain frown in his voice.
“We should get out of here before what’s left of the police finds us,” Scary says. “Ugh, this fucking sucks. This mall had a Hot Topic.” The I’m never coming here again goes unsaid, but Taylor, as tired as he is, finds himself nodding with the sentiment.
“I agree,” Link says, shifting a little around Taylor, and Taylor clings to him tighter, refusing to let go. “Hey, hey, I’m staying with you,” Link mutters to him.
The others blessedly don’t react when Link kisses the top of his head - or if they do, they don’t say anything.
“Did anyone find Taylor’s cane anywhere, or?” Link asks, then sighs at the silent answer.
“Okay, we’ll find that later,” he says, then, to Taylor, “I’m gonna pick you up now, okay?”
Taylor nods, arranging his arms sluggishly to lock around Link’s neck and his his legs shakily straddle Link’s stomach.
“Okay, up we go,” Link mutters, and gets to his feet a little unsteady, helped up by someone (Norm, Taylor guesses) while his other arm supports Taylor’s legs.
“Thanks,” Taylor mumbles.
“Thank you,” Link responds, though to Normal or to Taylor, he isn’t sure. Probably to both of them. “That really took a lot out of you, huh?” he asks quietly.
Taylor hums an affirmative.
“Well, it’s okay now. You got me, and I’m not going anywhere, ‘kay?”
Another hum. “Mmkay.”
“It’s okay if you wanna fall asleep on me,” Link says, ever the angel, back from the dead and whole and strong and lovely, and Taylor nods against his shoulder, puffy eyelids already closed, sniffling once. “You can rest now, I’ll watch over you.”
Taylor doesn’t want to sleep, not really, not when he just got Link back and could just as easily lose him again, but the soothing vibrations of his voice from where Taylor’s head rests against his neck and the secure arms around him and the steady cadence of his strides ease enough of his anxieties that he feels himself starting to slip into unconsciousness regardless.
After he wakes and they’re all safe, Taylor will ask Sparrow or maybe Normal about learning Cure Wounds (it’s a spell that Rangers can cast, after all), and Taylor and Link will have a long talk about what all of this means for them, and Taylor will finally make good on his promise of kissing Link until he can’t remember anything else.
For now, though, Taylor smiles weakly as Link ducks to press another kiss into his hair and drops into slumber in his friend’s protective hold.
#sorry if there are 500 billion mistakes in this bc i didn't go through the tumblr ver with a super fine toothed comb haha 😅#freddie wong if you reclass taylor today i will be so unaffected by it (<- lying. lying BADLY)#anyway ummmm this is the longest oneshot i've written in a WHILE so. hope y'all enjoy!!!#dndads#fic#swiftli#blood#happi scribbles
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Skwistok one shot
Summary: Skwisgaar and Toki are both drunk, sad, and horny. Pretty much it. Lots of angst, sexual tension, and mentions unprocessed trauma. Angst/fluff
Rating: Mature
TW for sexual themes, alcohol and ptsd.
Sometimes Skwisgaar hated drinking. He couldn’t say it out loud or the guys would crucify him, but it made him feel things. Things he didn’t want to feel or think about. Getting drunk was great, when he was in a good mood and wanted to party or fuck some groupies, but Toki’s whole ordeal with his dead dad and his fucked up family had Skwisgaar reminiscing on his own past, and it was shit. He couldn’t even recognize how he was feeling, it was just too much, and he hated the emptiness in his chest, like a black hole sucking the life out of him. Maybe it was just this shitty beer, but he wasn’t feeling his usual confident self, right now he just wanted to wallow in self pity. It was probably the alcohol, he reminded himself, still, he didn’t like feeling this torn up over his past or remembering how his skank mother was never there for him. He was in a bad mood. It was fucking gross and weird.
“Hey dood! Me and Nat’n are gonna go drink in the hot tub if you wanna join!”
Nathan was already taking his clothes off, bumbling around with his pants down around his ankles. “HEY. I’m gonna fucking drink this tequila, alright Pickles?!”
Skwisgaar cringed at the thought of being in the hot tub with Nathan after a bottle of tequila. He hadn’t noticed that he’d gone temporarily catatonic in his drunken state, unaware he was slipping into the uncharted depths of his mind, until an even more drunk Pickles waved a hand in front of his face. Skwisgaar might’ve been under the influence, but he could put on his usual stoic demeanor when needed.
“Eugh…dat ams tempting but I uh, was thinkings maybes…I ams just practices guitar instead.”
Pickles was grinning stupidly and just gave a half assed thumbs up, “whatever you say dood.”
“Oh schit, I wanna come too!”
Murderface yelled, jumping up from the chair he’d been stabbing away at for the past hour. He was just as wasted as Pickles and Nathan, who were already snickering after leaving him behind. Murderface chased after them with his open pocketknife, swearing he’d cut their eyes out if they excluded him. The door to the living room area slammed shut and the three guys could be heard shouting over each other about who got to choose a movie.
It didn’t take long before Skwisgaar got the eerie feeling of being watched.
“So you’s just goings to practice your guitars? Dats cool! Cans I watch?”
Before Skwisgaar could interject, or at least act like he wanted to, Toki was tripping over his feet and heading towards the couch where Skwisgaar sat, guitar in his lap.
“Uh…shores…I guess dats fine.”
“I promiskes I just sits and bes queit! You-“ Toki hiccuped, taking a swig from his red solo cup, “you not evens know I’s here.”
Skwisgaar sighed, readjusting the position of his guitar. In some way he was relieved to have been pulled from the thoughts of his whore mom, but now he was dragged into another pit of thoughts and feelings to focus on. He and Toki’s friendship had been a little strained as of recently, with Toki’s dad dying and all that mess. It was bothering Skwisgaar, but he did nothing about it. He found it best to just ignore his problems and maybe they’d disappear, but that wouldn’t work when the problem was sitting right in front of him, wide eyed, smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl. Toki flopped down onto his stomach, resting his cheek against his palm, swinging his feet back and forth like he always did.
“Goes on, plays something!” Toki insisted, his voice screeching and high pitched. Skwisgaar only grimaced, realizing now that his five beers were probably the cause of this oncoming headache, or maybe it was Toki. As much as he liked both of them, beer and Toki had a way of giving Skwisgaar an unforgiving migraine. Why couldn’t the guy just keep his mouth shut for five seconds so Skwisgaar could secretly admire him and then loathe him in the same thought?
“Plays da guitarssss!” Toki screeched, ear piercing enough to shatter the windows.
“I can’ts plays while you ams starings at me likes dat!”
Toki only erupted into laughter, spitting his drink everywhere and onto the other man’s boots. Skwisgaar scowled at him, his annoyance causing his fingers to strum away at his guitar furiously.
“You knows I could totallies kicks you in de face right now if I wants to…”
“Does it! I wants a footprints on my face! HA!” The brunette smashed his face against the blond’s boot, grabbing the older man’s foot and jerking it around as if he was trying to pull his shoe off. Toki was way too fucking drunk to be enjoyable anymore and it was only thinning Skwisgaar’s patience. Sure, they all drank way too much, but lately Toki had been so wasted it was concerning. And over what? His asshole dad? That didn’t seem like an excuse to Skwisgaar…or maybe it was, and he was just too unfeeling. Skwisgaar just knew that he was overwhelmed too and yes, he bottled everything up anyway, but when Toki wasn’t rolling on the floor wasted out of his mind, they had a decent friendship. At least Skwisgaar didn’t feel so lonely when he could actually talk to Toki. It was nearly impossible to have a conversation with Toki lately and it sucked. Well- it was hard to have a conversation with him in general, he was childish, whiny, had the attention span of a five year old- but at least he was interested in what Skwisgaar was saying. But this time around there was something about Toki’s obliviousness that had Skwisgaar overly frustrated, more than usual. Whenever Skwisgaar felt he was being ignored, that his presence was being disregarded, he felt disrespected. Discarded. It gave him flashbacks of being a stupid unwanted kid who was unloved and neglected. Call it narcissistic if you will, that Skwisgaar shut down anytime his ego was slightly threatened, but it wasn’t necessarily his fault. He didn’t know how to respond to perceived rejection other than getting angry.
“Tokis if you’s not stops dis drinkings nonskense then I just goes to my room and nots talks to you.”
“But you’s drinking too!”
“Nots drinkings like how you’s does! Fucks dis, I goes to my room.” Skwisgaar grabbed the neck of his guitar, steadying himself to his feet. Everything was spinning and he was entering the part of being drunk where you begin to feel sick if you stop drinking to keep the momentum going.
“No! Please, donts leaves me alone, Skwisgaar! Please!” Toki stumbled up from the floor, pushing Skwisgaar back onto the couch more roughly than he’d intended to. The blond scowled, jerking his guitar towards himself to block Toki from falling all over him. His attempt to put space between himself and Toki was proving to be in vain, and Toki who was getting oddly frantic, had the nerve toss Skwisgaar’s precious guitar to the floor.
“Eugh, Tokis gets you hands off me! And fuckings be careful with my guitars damnit!”
“Please donts leaves me, I’m sorries! I behaves, I promiskes!”
“No gets out of my way!”
“I’ll does anything if you stays, Skwisgaar, please! I’ll evens sucks your dick, I’ll does anything!”
Skwisgaar paused, eyeing Toki skeptically, who was on his knees, hands clasped together as if he were praying. “Dat ams…reallys…gays…But you knows, we ams…both sooo hammered it could happens and no one’s could blame us.”
“Yeah! We ams both reallys hammered! No one cans blames us!” Toki said, slurring his speech. He was so dizzy he was seeing double.
Skwisgaar slowly relaxed against the couch, arms at his sides. Toki hastily climbed onto his lap, feeling a surge of heat rush to his face. Skwisgaar smirked, using his thumb to tilt Toki’s chin up as he tried to glance away. Toki hadn’t really thought this through, sometimes he just blurted out whatever came to mind. He’d actually never given a blow job before or sat in Skwisgaar’s lap like this.
“gör jag dig nervös?” Skwisgaar mumbled, his melancholic mood dissipating. Sexual tension was a promising escape from reality.
The younger man’s breathing quickened, his index finger entering his mouth as began to chew his nails. Skwisgaar’s eyes flickered from Toki’s parted lips, then to his chest. The younger man was breathing deeply, chest rising and falling beneath his baggy shirt. The room was so quiet you could almost hear the pounding of Toki’s heart against his chest.
“Well…dis was easy ways to gets you too shuts up, heuh?”
Toki remained silent, peering through his lashes, chewing his nails. He didn’t know how to tell Skwisgaar he wasn’t sure what move to make or what to do. He’d never felt this way around anyone before. This was the closest he’d gotten to intimacy yet, and it was with the sex god himself, so of course it made him panic. He didn’t want to embarrass himself further by confessing this, so he just stayed quiet.
“Before yous not shuts up, now I can’ts gets you to says no’tings?” Skwisgaar mused, resting his hands on the other’s hips firmly, digging his nails into his sides.
“Jeg…vet ikke hva jeg skal gjøre...” Toki whispered shyly, his gaze shifting from the floor to meet Skwisgaar’s piercing blue eyes. Shivers ran down his spine from the way Skwisgaar was looking at him, smirking, in control.
“You doesn’t haves to does nothings…let’s me goes first, ja?”
Toki perked up, the playful gleam in his eyes returning. He nodded, snuggling against the other’s chest like a cat, closing his eyes as if he might drift off to sleep. “I just rests my head and you goes first.”
Skwisgaar quirked an eyebrow, “ah, Tokis…We’s can does dis gay cuddling bullshits later…if you wants to…but I thoughts we does something else likes what you saids before-“
Skwisgaar sighed, seeing as Toki was too anxious or too drunk to put in much effort, he’d need to get him just a little worked up. His dick wasn’t going to suck itself, and he’d already tried and failed at sucking his own dick anyway.The older man began kissing down the younger’s neck, deciding to be an asshole and suck a hickey right under his jawline. With that, Toki’s eyes popped open again. Skwisgaar wasn’t expecting to have the other man moaning this early on but he was skilled at his craft. He’d never heard such desperation aside from those five dollar hookers he fucked last week.
“You likes dat?” The blond breathed out, lips trailing along the other’s neck, his skin warm and slightly sweaty. Skwisgaar got off on making people nervous, so this only fueled him to keep going, sucking and nipping at the skin until he could feel the familiar sensation of a boner pressing against his thigh. It wasn’t his own this time.
“You ams pathetisks…you knows dat?” He chuckled, keeping one hand on Toki’s hip and letting the other wander down the bulge on the front of the younger man’s pants. He gave a light squeeze, earning another defeated moan.
“H-how’s you knows how to do this?” Toki asked, and it came out as more of a whimper than he intended. He’d only barely hooked up with anyone at this point, he was too nervous. Skwisgaar made it seem so easy. Maybe he could get the hang of it someday.
“I literallys fucks de sluts brains out all days till I get bored, I knows what I’s doing.”
Skwisgaar slipped his hand in Toki’s pants just to toy with him, waiting until the other man got desperate enough to beg for it. But Toki was incompetent about foreplay or anything sex related, and grew impatient fairly quickly, rocking his hips against Skwisgaar’s to get some type of friction going. This only amused Skwisgaar and he retracted his hand to tease him. Toki whimpered again, narrowing his eyes in confusion.
“Why’s you stop?” He hiccuped a few times, words slurred and messy. He leaned in to kiss Skwisgaar in hopes of getting him to continue. Skwisgaar merely smirked, motioning to the other.
“Because it ams yours turn.”
Again, Toki looked anxious and shy but made the next move despite it, connecting their lips in a sloppy fashion, clinking their teethed together in the process. It wasn’t nearly as graceful as Skwisgaar would’ve anticipated, but he didn’t mind. He was just satisfied with whatever this was.
“You tastes likes vodka.” Skwisgaar muttered, leaning back to break the kiss after a few moments.
“Yeps I beens drinkings it all day. Okays Toki’s turns again!” Toki leaned in and kissed the other’s neck, trying to copy what was done to him. It wasn’t for very long, and he clearly lacked experience, but it was something at least. The kissing didn’t last and before he knew it Skwisgaar yelped in surprise, leaving Toki giggling and trying to bite him again. Toki couldn’t remain serious when he was drunk if his life depended on it.
“Tokis! You cants just fucking bites peoples!”
Toki pursed his lips, pouting, and Skwisgaar wanted to smack him. This was the weirdest, if you could even call it sexual, encounter he’d had, and he’d had “several thouskands”.
Skwisgaar rubbed his neck, visibly irritated. “Is dis what’s you does to the ladies? Who tells you dis is good? I gots to teach you’s a things or two.”
“I…never reallys does much with the goils…but oh yeah they loves it…Oh man, I can’t lies to you no more, I reallys don’t knows what I ams doing!!!” After his outburst there was more silence and Toki was radiating with embarrassment, his hands were trembling and he looked like he might cry. He couldn’t find the right words to express it so he’d sound cool, but there was no cool way to do it, so he forced himself to say it and get it over with.
“I nevers reallys…dones this yet…evens with the ladies…”
“vänta, är du oskuld, Toki?”
“…Ja…”
Skwisgaar exhaled deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to think Toki wasn’t still a virgin. Upon this realization, this could be excruciatingly difficult because Toki was absolutely clueless.
“I’m sorries! I just wants to bes likes you! I just wants you to likes me! I fucks everything up-“
Skwisgaar cut off the beginning tantrum with a swift kiss, pulling the other man in closer. He managed to lay him on his back, situating himself to straddle the younger man’s waist. He’d have to take the lead, but that was fine, and for once Toki didn’t seem to mind that Skwisgaar had the upper hand. He was just pleased with the kissing and the way Skwisgaar was grinding against him, pleasuring him. It was like a dream. This was way better than jacking off, Toki thought, and he understood a bit more now why the ladies loved the lead guitarist so much.
“S-Skwisgaar I…”
“Shhh…donts says nothing, just lets me dos it…” the blond whispered, cupping a hand over the other man’s mouth, suppressing another loud moan from escaping. Toki couldn’t stop whimpering and squirming underneath him, and it was driving the older man crazy. He never would have imagined he’d be into this- not just the gay stuff, but dry humping his band mate, relishing in the presence of seeing Toki helpless and flustered at his disposal. Skwisgaar pressed a wet kiss to Toki’s jawline as he began to undo his belt, yanking the front of his pants down. He hoped it wasn’t too far, that didn’t show how badly he wanted the rhythm guitarist, but Toki didn’t seem to notice, face scrunched up in pleasure.Through panting and shaky fingers, Skwisgaar finally got his belt loose, and then undid the front of Toki’s jeans, smirking at the hard on in his boxers. There was no way they’d be able to talk their way out of this if the rest of Dethklok walked in, so Skwisgaar knew he needed to act fast. He wished they were already undressed, but he’d change that quickly. He slid a hand under Toki’s shirt, hands roaming his chiseled body. He’d seen it a million times when they were in the hot tub but when Skwisgaar went to pull the shirt off, Toki grasped his wrist tightly, eyes wide and pleading, his writhing body going stiff.
“Waits-“
“What’s you wants now?!”
“Maybes I leaves my shirts on?”
“Whys?”
“It’s…colds in here…”
“Toki’s we ams both sweating unside of each others bodies, it ams not cold.”
“Makes a promisk you wonts says nothings?”
“Okay okay I promiskes! You ams makings dis what’s supposed to be easy over complicaskied!”
Toki relaxed again, loosening the death grip on Skwisgaar’s wrist, allowing him to pull his shirt off over his head. He frowned, peering up at the blond, hesitantly, like he expected to repulse him. A shameful blush coated his cheeks, and he turned his face towards the back of the couch, biting his lip.
Skwisgaar didn’t notice anything different than usual and was confused, equally annoyed and sexually frustrated.
“You’s looks de same as always. Cans I fucks you now? I’m startings to get bored.”
Toki stayed silent, simply nodding, lying flat against the couch, hands clumsily grabbing at Skwisgaar’s waist to hold onto as the blond began to palm at Toki’s hard on, causing the brunette to groan. Everything was spinning now, and he really wished he had taken it slow with the vodka. Despite the kissing and fondling each other, he was struggling to keep up the same pace as before. Toki felt a burning in the back of his throat and his stomach was churning, he felt sick, his day of binge drinking straight vodka was catching up to him. He might puke. He felt so guilty and stupid. Any fan girl would sell her soul and tits just to be in Toki’s position right now, underneath the famous lead guitarist, but Toki just felt awkward and sad; he was so nauseous he wasn’t sure if he could even enjoy this now. Skwisgaar felt like he was making out with a corpse the way Toki just laid there, limp and not moving, no longer responding to the advances he made. Eventually Toki was just staring into nothing like he was having an out of body experience and Skwisgaar was finally weirded out to the point that he stopped trying to satisfy his sexual desires.
“Toki it feels like I ams doesing alls de work-“
“Ams sorry… I just thinks how…I wishes my dads nevers beats me all those times…I cants do this…” Toki sighed casually, as if he hadn’t just said something incredibly fucked up.
Skwisgaar felt as if his dick retracted into itself at hearing this and Toki had officially ruined the moment. The sexual tension between them had faded and now there was just an awkwardness hovering in the air. Skwisgaar’s demeanor changed instantly, suddenly feeling guilty and wrong about this whole incident.
“Maybes…we does this another times then, ja?” Skwisgaar suggested, climbing off of Toki and crossing his arms like he does when something makes him uncomfortable. He zipped up his pants and stared at the wall, trying to conceal that he was disappointed and humiliated. He had never been turned down like this, and it was bothering him.
“Yeps…I likes to does this again…for nows cans…cans you’s just holds my hand?”
Skwisgaar wanted to refuse and say that was too gay for words, but he’d almost had gay sex with Toki so this was the least of his concerns at the moment, and it eased some of the guilt he felt for taking advantage of Toki’s vulnerability. Sure they were both intoxicated, but as Skwisgaar thought about it, Toki was way more fucked up.
“Ja…I cans does dat…” the blond pushed aside his ego and conflicting feelings, kneeling beside the couch and taking Toki’s hand in his. It made no sense to him why he was the one blushing now. He could have sex for hours but the moment it came to all that mushy stuff like hand holding and cuddling, it made him want to explode.
“I’m sorry I’s fucks this up.”
“You didn’ts it ams fine, Toki.”
. . .
“Skwisgaar…?”
“Ja?”
“ hvor lang tid tar det før arrene forsvinner..?”
“I doesn’t…knows about…dats Toki.”
“I just wonders…maybes someday they will goes away… by the times we’s does this again…”
“You’s… thinks I ams bothered by the scars?” Skwisgaar frowned, feeling the strings of his heart being tugged at. Did he really come off as someone that cruel? He needed to work on himself.
“I knows they ams not pretty…liker det du er vant til med damene.” Toki half shrugged, eyelids growing heavy as he yawned through another non-comprehensive response of Norwegian and English. He was ready to pass out.
“Tokis…I doesn’t cares bout dat…I just likes…to bes with you.” Skwisgaar admitted, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his chest. Finally he got that out.
“I likes to bes with you too, Skwisgaar.” Toki smiled warmly, eyes still closed.
Skwisgaar was relieved Toki was so out of it otherwise he might bring up the fact his face was red and that he was being nice instead of throwing insults.
“I thinks I just falls asleep here…good nights.” Toki yawned, voice muffled by the way his face was smashed against the couch. He rolled onto his stomach and nuzzled his head into the cushions. Despite being so muscular, he looked so small and fragile, like a young boy rather than a man. It was disturbingly sad and made Skwisgaar swallow a lump in his throat he didn’t know was there. He squeezed Toki’s hand, waiting until he’d fallen asleep to press a soft kiss to it. The older man didn’t know where all of this sudden gentleness had come from, so he just blamed it on the alcohol, not wanting to admit how he felt. He could make out faint scarring on the other man’s hand, his eyes scanning Toki’s scarred shoulders, the worst spot being his back. His gaze wandered from there and to his friend’s upper biceps that were also littered with nasty scars. Skwisgaar had obviously seen the scars before, but he’d never paid much attention to them or questioned why they were there were there; he’d never really bothered to look at them this closely or cared to. He instantly felt like shit for being so angry at Toki lately. He wondered how many years' worth of scars there were. They were deep and harsh, like they were meant to inflict torturous amounts of pain, to disfigure him, make him feel worthless and ugly. The scars appeared as though they’d never fade, and they probably wouldn’t. Skwisgaar swallowed again, feeling nauseated, trying to adjust to the sickening feeling in his stomach when he recalled the recent trip to Norway. No wonder Toki had been drinking. He was glad Toki’s fucking dad was dead, though he’d never say it out loud. Skwisgaar gently reached up and rested his free hand on Toki’s back, fighting back the urge to rip his arm away because he was so uncomfortable showing affection and physical contact outside of sex made him cringe, but he fought through the urge and stroked Toki’s back, slender fingers tracing over the rugged scars that Toki was ashamed of. He finally sat on the floor, listening to the other snore faintly, praying he didn’t eventually puke on him or that the rest of the band didn’t see this. Didn’t see him this way.
“Good nights, Toki…I stays right here.”
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BMFBMLBME Chapter 16
Damian opened his eyes, curious as to what had woken him up.
It had been quiet for the past few days, Mother hadn’t called for them, no one had bothered them in their room.
It was the perfect illusion of peaceful lately.
Damian shook his head, trying to clear his head and survey the room.
Something was wrong, he knew it. He just didn’t know what it was.
Nothing jumped out at him, no shadows moving, nothing was out of place.
What had woken him up?
Damian shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he laid back down.
Maybe it was nothing?
Damian tried to ignore his feeling of unease, lying beside Marinette, who was still sleeping.
He rolled over, pulling her flush against him in an attempt to get himself to relax.
She was burning up.
Damian sprang back up, jostling Marinette and causing her to let out a weak moan.
Damian pulled the covers back, noting the cold sweat covering her entire body.
“Shit!” Damian hissed, springing from the bed and rushing to the bathroom.
He could hear Marinette’s displeased whine, spurring him on to move faster to get back to her.
He came back quickly, sloshing water out of the bowl in his haste to get to her.
Damian wet the cloth he had brought, tugging the blankets back off of Marinette from where she had curled up beneath them.
“Ish cold…” She slurred, trying to tug the blanket from him.
Damian winced, gently wiping her face with the damp cloth.
“I know. I know, Ya amar, I’m sorry.” Damian told her, wiping the sweat from her body.
She was feverish, yet she was still shivering from the cold.
Damian moved to sit her up straight, doing his best to ignore her upset groan.
“Nooo…” She whined, weakly fighting him about getting out of bed.
Damian pulled her against him, her shirt damp with her sweat.
Damian leaned her against the headboard, leaving her side just barely long enough to get her a change of clothes.
He rushed back to her side immediately, tugging her back to him.
She curled up against him, shivers wracking her body as she tucked herself up against him.
“I don’t feel good…” She mumbled, her labored breaths fanning against his neck.
Damian squeezed her to him for a moment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before reluctantly pulling away.
“I know, ya ˁasal. I’m sorry.” He whispered, gently tugging her shirt up over her head.
“Ish not your fault.” She whispered, weakly lifting her arms to help him get her out of her shirt.
Damian frowned, doing his best to wipe the sweat from her body and put her in a clean shirt.
After she was dry and changed, Damian set her back in bed, covering her with the blanket and tucking her in before rushing to the door.
It was locked, as always, but that meant someone was on the other side guarding it, same as always.
Damian started banging on the door.
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hello! this is your free pass (or threatening reminder. however you want to interpret it.) to ponder your AUs!
ramble about them if you want even. or perhaps keysmash about which is your favorite. it's enrichment.
THANKS SEI. OK OK HERE HERE brainrot time. Um reading cut bc I think I'm just gonna word vomit.
Ok first things first. For the Bigtop Burger au, I'm still rolling with Lark's idea where Dood essentially infested and turned a normal food truck into an eldritch, Doodler foodtruck. That FUN and CUTE. ALSO SEI IM MAKING YOUR'S AND LARK'S MAKEUP IDEAS CANON IN MY HEAD BC THEY BALL SO HARD.... Scary purple drippy makeup, Normal has school-spirit pep rally dots ( I think maybe either blue and red bc purple OR yellow and blue bc. cute?), Taylor in my head has orange flame inspired makeup, and Linc has green football stripes :]
As for the function of the food truck, I haven't thought too hard bc this au strikes me less as a super serious story one, and moreso as a S1 Bigtop Burger au where Shit Just Happens For Fun. The teens run it on the side as a cover for Dood and to get around while making some money ( maybe the money they earn is converted into daddy Warbucks bc that gimmick was good). Also Scam Likely has a food truck and it's a zomburger esc. rivalry. And I was maybe think the Mayor/The other Dooderlized people have one too but i'm not sure about that! I'd like to hear thoughts!
+ I was just thinking it would be cute if the other NPCs got roped into it for a brief amount of time. Like Erica, Margherita, Hermie OFC ( he's gonna pull grand-theft auto instead of a mascot heist), maybe the Varsity Soccer Team... something something, another Agent Schmegan car chase but it's an eldritch clown food truck filled with teenagers. I JUST MISS THIS SILLY AU AND I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR BIGTOP BURGER,,
The Actor au is super similar in that it's not really anything besides silly, but I was just thinking of more fun scenarios! Like Henry having to be suspended in the air while doing "magic" because I love. shots of actors dangling in their dumb littles harnesses. Or clips of a show without the effects put in so it's just dorks waving their hands around and yelling. I was also thinking about how actors do side interviews/gameshows(?) and how the bonus episodes of the show are Just That.
OKOK and for the Krampus au(?) or whatever I'm doing with that because I'm just. thinking. plotting. But I wanna keep the silly art side idea with Glenn as Krampus, Darryl as Santa, Henry as a Christmas Elf, and Ron as like....a big gingerbread man. but I was thinking maybe a real au.
the main setup I have right now is the Dads being normal. vaguely-fantasy. villagers. Darryl being a carpenter/woodsman, Henry being a town healer maybe, and Ron being a traveling merchant who lives there/sets up shop. But there's a Weird Fucked Up Creature in the woods and everybody tells their kids its Krampus and they're gonna get stolen/eaten if they misbehave and he becomes this genuine myth. But turns out! probably after one of them runs into him in the woods ( probably Darryl), it's just. Glenn. and he's a goat demon monster but he's actually Pretty Chill! and he starts coming around town more and messing with people bc the Dads pretty much "invited him in" y'know. I was also thinking about having Nick as a baby goat demon...... unsure if Morgan would also be a demon or a human woman....
Thats just my way of getting my fill of monster content because I LOVE. WHEN PEOPLE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH MONSTERS... and they're already so awkward around monsters in universe so them having to navigate this demon who hangs out on their roof is PERFECT.
I also have my various unplanned/nonsense-aus cluttered around. Like the Dads as monsters, I was thinking a Swap Au ( either just Closeson or all the Dads. If all, I think it was that Darryl was the Bard, Ron was the Barbarian, Henry was the Rouge, and Glenn is the Druid. Alternatively, Darryl-Rouge, Glenn-Barbarian, Henry-Bard, and Ron-Druid).
I have a lot of thoughts and none of them string together coherently.
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I still stand with my stance that Shoot Dood, should return to its rightful place on the Smoshcast (Smoshmouth). That being said, I enjoyed the new endcap they tried with Smart Mouth.
If Shoot Dood does return, I think it would be a sweet as hell way of announcing their relationship publicly. I think Department of Weird Sounds wrote this into a couple of their fics, it is so adorable🥰
Just imagine it, Courtney doesn't even have to be the guest, they could just read it off and have Courtney pop in or shout something from off camera in return.
In a dream scenario, I would have them do it like a radio show call in segment. Shayne goes into character like "ok caller you're live on Smoshmouth, SHOOT DOOD!"
Than you have Courtney start talking bout their mysterious relationship. They finish by saying, the main problem is they want to be more open about it on socials and such but are afraid of letting the cat out of the bag.
This is where Shayne drops the gimmick and starts talking openly about how he once was more guarded about these kinds of things. How he used to be tight lipped about sharing any private info regarding his dating life. He finishes by saying...
"but, that all changed when I met you Courtney"...
Selfishly, I would have no guest on, just Amand and Shayne, like that check in episode they did before. So this leaves an empty seat for Courtney to potentially pop in and stay for a while. Also I wouldn't have either of them tell Amanda so we could see her suprised look, think back to her finding out about FNAF🤭
Ok, sorry needed to do some setup, back to Shayne. He continues by saying,"I always thought I was bad at dating, because of how awkward I am or was. Hell we even had a show dedicated just for me to express that!"
"But, when I met you, I knew there was something special. I couldn't put my finger on it. Yet deep down, I knew I had just met one of my best friends in the whole world. Sorry Damien, if you're listening, your my male best friend" 😂
He continues,"We've been through so much together"👇
° The Defy shutdown/ Mythical purchase
° My Suprise graduation😏
° COVID
° Ian and Anthony buying back Smosh!
° The day you said... yes
This is where you can hear a muffled, teary eyed Courtney say, "Shayne? Are you sure?
He continues without hesitation👇
"Courtney I've never been more certain of anything in my life. That moment melted away any hesitation I had before.
"I'm the happiest I've ever been and I don't care who knows it!"
After hearing this, it brings a chorus of giddy chuckles from Amnda and Courtney. They both couldn't believe how open Shayne just was, but now there was no going back!
Courtney still a little caught off guard, but beaming with happiness says, "Wow Shania, I didn't think you'd go that far my guy, I thought you'd maybe ease into it?"
"Well guys you heard it here first! The will they won't they of Smosh is engaged!"
At this point the episode is running a little over and they have to wrap things up. But, before they go, both Shayne and Courtney acknowledge the fact that they are now public, but remind us fans that this doesn't mean they're going to smother us with coupley pics and the like. It just means that from time to time you'll see more couple esque pics on ig and maybe a slight dynamic shift in videos given their new status.
Before the day is over on Courtney's ig we get to see an up close pic of that mysterious ring. We finally get to see it the way it was intended, while it is being slightly cupped by Shayne's hand.
With a caption that reads...
After so long of trying to hide this, either by switching it to different fingers or by switching hands, I'm glad I can finally have it where I want it.
Thanks guys for being so supportive about all this, it means the world to us! Even if it means Shayne is now going to post nonstop photos of Bones, oh great here's one now!
Shayne posts a photo of himself, Bones, and Birdie with Courtney slightly in the background head turned, with a caption that reads...
First family portrait! ❤ to the moon and back babe!
TLDR - Sorry this was so long, I kind of got carried away! Maybe I can write fics, maybe oneshots is my jam? Who knows?
Morale of the story, bring back SHOOT DOODS!
✌
WOW. I think with some brushing up and grammar fixing then it would be finished as a oneshot tbh. Thanks for sharing! I would dieeeee if we got any picture of them with their cats. I can't wait until the day we get that in the future!
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Handy
Lila glared at Marinette as she complained to Alya about something boring; she was sure of it. She could see the frustration radiating off the baker's daughter. Marinette put her head in her hands from something Alya voiced. The daughter of the bakers lifted her hand and shook them in front of her, as she continued to complain.
'How dare she!'
"Are you mocking me?" Lila questioned, walking up towards them.
"Huh?" Marinette asked, confused, turning to Lila.
"You were doing this" the Italian girl lifted her hands, towards her and shook them, "when you talk."
Marinette giggled, "Really? I never noticed."
"You totally do." Alya commented and then winced, "Mostly when you get frustrated and trying to get your point across."
"Marinette, it's really insensitive of you to make fun of me and my heritage." Lila whined.
"What are you-" Mari began.
"It's an Italian thing." the model explained.
Marinette shrugged, "I probably get it from my Nona then."
"Your what?" Lila demanded.
"My Nona." Marinette repeated.
"You're not Italian!" Lila shouted.
Adrien quickly situated himself besides Marinette, "Technically, she's a quarter Italian. We've all met her Nona at her birthday, last year. You'd like her a lot, Lila. You have so many things in common."
Marinette smiled, "My Nona travels all year long. She goes to exotic places and lives with the natives. Usually, she sends me gifts from her travels."
"When is she coming back?" Adrien questioned.
"She's been coming back for my birthdays, now. Last time, she thought I was still three years old and wasn't sure how to deal with me being grown up. Most of the time we just talk on the phone." Mari answered.
"This one time, I went to the Sahara Desert and-"began Lila.
"That's nice, Lila." Adrien interrupted, "Marinette, where did your Nona go this time?"
Marinette chewed her lower lip for a moment, "I think the Amazon. She likes to go there a lot. Surprising, really; she usually has her bike with her."
"I've been to the Amazon Jungle." Lila smiled, "There's plenty of room for bicycles."
"Bike as in motorcycle." Adrien stated, making the liar falter and then turned back to Marinette, "I've seen you on your Nona's. Do you know how to ride a motor-"
"I do!" Lila chimed in.
"No one asked you!" Adrien declared, "I'm trying to talk to Marinette, but you keep interrupting us! This is an A and B conversation. C your way out of it!"
Adrien grabbed Marinette's hand and pulled her out of the classroom. Before Lila could complain, the class began to cheer.
"It was so great of you to pretend to be jealous!"
"You actually made Adrien take Marinette somewhere alone!"
"I never thought you would annoy him in the best way possible!"
"We should have kept them apart sooner!"
"Yeah!"
"Who knew Adrien was the jealous type."
"Great thinking, Lila."
Lila could only smile, as everyone praised her. Meanwhile, she was screaming internally. She had come out looking like a person who was helping Adrien and Marinette get together. That was the last thing she wanted to happen!
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Prinny Instructor Charlie & Vaggie: Pt. 3
Valvatorez: "That is all for today everyone. Keep up with your studies and prepare yourselves for tomorrow, where we shall begin your combat training."
Prinnies: "Aye aye dood!"
Valvatorez: "So, what are your thoughts on today's class?"
Charlie: "It was very informative. I couldn't stop myself from taking notes! President Emizel wasn't kidding when he said you're the top instructor."
Valvatorez: "Ah, you were taking notes? My if I see them for a moment?"
Charlie: "Of course!"
Valvatorez: -!!- "My word... you practically wrote down every single word I uttered throughout the lecture down to its proper punctuation. I'm very impressed Charlie. Keep this up and you'll be a master Prinny Instructor in no time at all."
Charlie: "Thank you, sensei Val!"
Valvatorez: "Sensei Val? Hmm... That's a cute new nickname. How about you? How well did you fare today?"
Vaggie: "Needless to say, not as great as Charlie. I didn't take down many notes, but I made sure to remember how prinnies are made and at least half of the rules you said."
Fenrich: "I'm surprised you were listening at all. I half expected you to drift to dreamland during my lord's lecture."
Vaggie: "Well I can't disappoint Charlie by not putting any effort into this, now can I?"
Valvatorez: "It is unfortunate that we couldn't let either of you practice today as we couldn't adjust our schedule. Fret not. You two shall get your chance in the upcoming week. For now, use this time to explore Hades if you haven't already. Fenrich and I have matters to attend to, so this is where we part ways until tomorrow."
Charlie: "Now that I think about it, we really haven't done that yet, have we? Alright, time for some sightseeing before pulling a hard cram session! Let's go Vaggie!" holds her hand and starts pulling.
Vaggie: "You don't have to pull so hard! I'm coming!"
Valvatorez: "Charlie Morningstar... she already possesses the makings of a fine prinny instructor. I should have expected no less from Lucifer's offspring. What say you, Fenrich?"
Fenrich: "In my honest opinion, I believe she's merely another airheaded buffoon. I suspect it's only a matter of time before she gets herself into trouble. At the same time, she could be of some use. If word spread that we inspired Lucifer's daughter to become a brilliant instructor, perhaps that'll convince the other instructors in Hades to pick up their own slack."
Valvatorez: "Exactly! Once the other instructors are whipped into shape, the quality of the prinnies shipped out will increase dramatically! More prinnies will become eligible for graduation at once and the overpopulation issue will resolve itself faster overtime!"
Fenrich: "Which will bring the universe one step closer to restoring its natural balance. What a fantastic turn of events, my lord."
-meanwhile...-
Charlie: still drags Vaggie around. "I wonder what we should do first! Maybe we should stop at RosenQueen, or visit the Mid-Boss carnival area! Or maybe even-"
Vaggie: "Slow down, Charlie! One at a ti- hmm?"
Artina: "..." Walks right pass the duo with her head in her clipboard, not paying any attention to them.
Charlie: "I wonder what type of snacks they have around here. Oh, I hope it's churros!"
Vaggie: "Charlie! Stop!"
Charlie: "Hmm? What's wrong, Vaggie?"
Vaggie: "I thought I saw... an angel..."
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Yancy and y/n with "that's a lotta cupcakes"
Yancy's first day of parole.
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Prompt: “That’s a lot of cupcakes.”
Yancy took his first step outside the prison wearing brand new clothes; a tight-fitting white t-shirt, blue jeans, and a leather jacket. Gone were the black and white-striped prison uniforms, gone were the shackles, gone were the miniscule prison cells. Yancy had applied for parole and been approved, and now he was a free man.
And he’d done it all for you.
You grinned at him as you tugged him along, all but sprinting down the sidewalk and onto the cracked pavement that hadn’t been replaced since Yancy had been committed, laughing as Yancy nearly stumbled over the curb in his attempt to keep up.
“Hey-” he managed, out of breath, but grinning. “Slow it down, sugar!”
“But we have so much to do!” To his massive relief, you reached your car, fumbling in your jacket pocket for your keys. He took the opportunity to peer through the windows, fascinated by the stack of rectangular boxes sitting in your backseat. Every pastel box was stamped with a pastel cupcake sticker. “Are those cupcakes?”
You nodded, pleased, and finally unlocked the car, motioning for him to get in. “I ordered them a week ago. They’re for the party tonight.”
“That’s a lotta cupcakes, doll.” Yancy’s grin was easy but his eyes were wide as he got into the passenger seat; it’d probably been a couple decades since he was in a car. “How many people are we feeding?”
You put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot. “Everybody.”
Yancy went quiet, and you knew he was thinking of Bam Bam, and Tiny, and Sparkles McGee, parts of his “everybody” that he’d left behind at Happy Trails Penitentiary.
You reached over the center console and took his hand. “Be happy. They’re happy for you. And we can still go visit them.”
“Promise?” Yancy looked at you, and your heart twisted at the hope in his eyes.
You squeezed his hand and smiled. “Promise.”
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DRPG - EVENT - NETHER ATTRACTION! LOVE LAB'S HUSTLING
3/5 Tria's Difficulties
The next casting candidate is Fenrich. It's gonna go badly if he ends up playing a steward...
(Note - as per usual, everything is written as it is in-game, but... the translations for Fenrich's dialogue are really extra screwed up in places. So if things look like mistakes, that is unfortunately just how it was in the game. You can still glean the meaning just fine in most cases.)
The Second Cast Member
Rozalin: So who chose the next cast candidate?
Tria: It was me! I chose a cool guy who will have broad appeal with many women!
Merome Romero: I hope he's not unaware like Killia...
Fenrich: Hah, he finally came.
Tria: He's here! He is the cast candidate that I chose! He is the wolfman steward Fenrich!
Sweet Omega: T-this man? Does he look irate to you? He's already cursing to himself.
Fenrich: Of course I am. Calling me to such a place. If his Lordship didn't order me, I would have ignored you.
Tria: Even so, you did answer my call, right? You're a tsundere!
Fenrich: Shut up! I am anything but a tsundere!
Merome Romero: At first he looks scary, but he's actually a tsundere! He looks promising!
Tria: Doesn't he? Doesn't he? Let's first do a simulation and see what he's suited for! Fenrich! As you know, I am being chased by my father's men! You're the only person I can trust! Please! As a steward, protect me!
Rozalin: Whoa! That's really passionate acting!
Sweet Omega: The chased princess is your forte, Tria! Even Adell lent a hand to your Special Move!
Merome Romero: With that acting, the wolfman has no choice but to save you...
Fenrich: I reject it!
Tria: Wh-what?!
Stage 1 - Absentminded Tria
Scathing Vicious Wolf
Tria: W-Wait, Fenrich! You're a professional steward, right? Why would you refuse?! You're playing the role of my steward!
Fenrich: Don't decide without consulting me. Why would you think I would serve anyone but his Lordship, you scoundrel Succubus.
Tria: Scoundrel Succubus...?! Huh, what? Scoundrel? You just called me scoundrel?
Sweet Omega: T-this is not good! Tria's mind can't keep up with this first ever excessively direct verbal abuse!
Merome Romero: I can't believe that the handsome tsundere was actually the abusive, pushy, wicked wolf steward!
Rozalin: What kind of wired character is that?
Tria: I've never felt so insulted! Calling a maiden crap. Just who do you think you are?!
Fenrich: I'm nobody special. Replacing others' lord at will. I just think that something a crap person would do.
Tria: "Crap" again?! That's inexcusable!
Fenrich: Are you done talking? I'm going home.
Tria: I won't stand for it! Prinny!
Prinny as a pursuer: I've found you, Princess! You've got no place to run, dood!
Stage 2 - No escape?
The First Feeling
Fenrich: What are they people doing?
Prinny as a pursuer: Hehehe. You can't run away anymore, Princess! You'll perish together with that wolfman, dood!
Tria: Perish?! A father that would kill his own flesh and blood daughter by his own hand?! Could it be that my sister is already...
Prinny as a pursuer: Yes, it's true! The king ordered the execution of Tria and the others! He is truly a tyrant among tyrants, dood!
Fenrich: A tyrant, you say?
Tria: Ah, Fenrich! If this keeps up any longer, I... You're the only one I can count on!
Sweet Omega: A final strike to finish him off! You're serious, Tria!
Fenrich: You bastard. You said "tyrant" just now, didn't you? King of where?! Besides his Lordship, the insolent one who is called a tyrant...?!
Merome Romero: Whoa! I don't know why, but Fenrich means business! It's a miracle!
Tria: Fenrich! Finally you've put your mind to it! Okay then! As a steward, protect me...
Fenrich: Shut your mouth, scoundrel Succubus.
Tria: Why?! That's where you're supposed to say, "Stand down. Don't leave me." right?!
Fenrich: I don't care. Protect your own self.
Tria: Aaargh! Even though I've set everything up, I still get yelled at! But what is this, this feeling? I should be angry, but every time I get yelled at, I feel exhilarated.
Sweet Omega: Don't open that door, Tria! Pursuers! Hurry up and charge them!
Prinny as a pursuer: Understood! I'm on my way, dood!
Stage 3 - The Chase Continues
Enemy Confirmed
Prinny as a pursuer: Aaahhh! We're going to be slaughtered! Run away, dood!
Fenrich: Hum, boneless Prinnies. His Lordship needs a reeducation. Hey, Succubus. Where is your father? I'll assassinate him right away.
Tria: No. There's no need to go that far. Thanks to you, the crisis...
Fenrich: That won't do! Other than his Lordship, we don't need a tyrant! I'll eliminate him!
Tria: Father at home, run away!
Valvatorez: Oh, here you are. I was looking for you, Fenrich.
Fenrich: Your Lordship?!
Merome Romero: Your Lordship... That means that vampire is Fenrich's master.
Sweet Omega: If the steward is that handsome, the master must be absolutely gorgeous!
Tria: It just occurred to me! Speaking of handsome vampires, it's a staple in content for women. If you select Fenrich and Valvatorez for the cast, it will be a surefire hit with women!
Valvatorez: If memory serves, you're Tria, yes? You had business with Fenrich, but has your problem been solved?
Fenrich: Step back, your Lordship. She's an enemy.
Tria: An enemy?! Now what are you accusing me of...
Fenrich: Don't pretend you don't know. Tricking me is bad enough, but trying to trick his Lordship...
Tria: Fenrich! Could that be jealousy?! You're thinking "Don't look at other men."
Fenrich: Stand at attention there, scoundrel Succubus! If anyone hinders his Lordship's rule, I will eliminate him!
Tria: And why is that?
Rozalin: That bloodlust is dangerous. [Player], lend me a hand. We must protect Tria.
Stage 4 - Protect Tria!
Stage 5 - Scathing Vicious Wolf Butler
Boss - Fenrich: If anyone hinders his Lordship's rule, I will eliminate them!
Sea of Love
Fenrich: Hump, you survived the fight with me. Unlike you appearance, you are quite capable of fightng.
Tria: What do you mean by "quite capable of fighting"?! Even if you said it's your job, you're still too ruthless!
Valvatorez: Fenrich. Leave it at that.
Fenrich: But, your Lordship...
Valvatorez: Don't worry. I'm an extremely busy person. I won't accept the casting. Plus, I came here looking for you. If Fenrich is absent, I can't get around to the more detailed tasks. As it stands, I won't be able to fish for sardines.
Fenrich: Your Lordship! You need me that much?
Valvatorez: What are you talking about? I always need you. I always have. From a long time ago.
Fenrich: Your Lordship!
Valvatorez: Fenrich.....
Merome Romero: A conscientious vampire and pushy wolfman gaze into each other's eyes...
Sweet Omega: There is demand for this!
Rozalin: Wh-What is this?! My chest is starting to throb.
Valvatorez: Tria. I'm sorry, but we're taking our leave. The next sardines are waiting for us.
Fenrich: Let's go, your Lordship. I, Fenrich, will carry out my duties responsibly.
Tria: Ah, no?! Both of you, please wait! Just a little longer! Just a little longer and that's it!
Sweet Omega: They're gone...
Merome Romero: Look-only events are good too. It might be a new frontier in the Love Laboratory!
Tria: And the two set sail on the sea in search of imaginary sardines. On the vast expanse of the sea of love.
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