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thesunshineriptide · 2 years
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I Think Something Might Be Wrong
Characters: Azul, Floyd, Grim. Mentioned: Riddle, Leona, Yuu, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Jade.
Cw: biting
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Night Raven College is in complete disarray. This isn’t unusual, per say, but there’s something distressing to it.
Riddle can’t get his students to leave their dorm, not even their dorm rooms.
Mostro Lounge is completely overwhelming Yuu, leaving them stressed and snapping at anyone nearby.
Malleus’s students simply won’t leave him be, they’re following his every movement and asking for advice every three seconds.
Idia is crying in a corner, and while that’s not new, the fact that he’s banned from his games until the end of the day is.
Kalim is miserable as he focuses on his party, managing every detail to perfection.
Vil is exhausted from his morning workout, and is covered in dirt as a result of it.
Leona is sulking in his dorm, growling as one of his students tries to enter and tell him breakfast is ready.
And Azul is simply, plainly, and wholly confused as to why nobody is where they’re supposed to be and why nobody is concerned.
See, when he woke up in a completely different place than when he fell asleep, it immediately set off alarm bells. Was it a prank? Surely it was a joke played on him by the twins. It wouldn’t be hard, he supposed, to sneak him into Ramshackle dorm in the middle of the night.
But there’s something…even more different. Grim, Yuu’s precious ward, was sleeping on the bed with him, tucked around his feet. When he nudged the creature with his foot, he earned a sleepy, “Morning, Henchman.” from him.
Azul laughed, which only made Grim look confused. The creature shrugged, then said, “It’s tuna time! Get up, or we’ll be late!”
This made Azul pause. Since when was Grim ever so blatant with him? But, he supposed, maybe it was a joke after all.
He got up and padded down the stairs, groaning at the feeling of walking. Why would walking hurt? Why does he hurt all over? It was so bad, actually, that he had to grab the railing of the stares to keep himself from falling.
“Azul? You good?” Grim asked, scampering toward him, “You look sick. Do I need to tell the teachers you aren’t coming today?”
“Pardon? No, no, I’m quite fine. Thank you for your concern, Grim.” Azul said, “Actually, do you know where Yuu is?”
Grim paused, “Jeez, you must be in pain if you’re asking for them. They’re probably busy at Mostro this morning, though. Why?”
Azul’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Why would Yuu be at Mostro Lounge?”
Grim stared back, “Because it’s in their dorm?”
The two stared at each other.
“What an amusing joke. Now, will you tell me where they are really?”
Grim scampered up Azul’s leg, settling into his arms as he yelped in surprise. “You don’ have a fever. Did you hit your head last night?”
Azul huffed and set Grim down, “I’m not- this little joke needs to end now, Grim.”
The concerned look Grim gave him made fear pool like lead into his stomach. “Henchman, I think you need to see the nurse.”
“Pardo- I’m well, thank you! I…” he sighed, deciding to let it go for now, “Well, if Yuu isn’t here, I suppose there’s no harm in tuna.”
Grim was quickly swayed over into forgetting the conversation at the mention of tuna, and he cheered as he ran down the stairs in front of Azul, straight to the kitchen.
Azul did his best to make it downstairs, gripping the railing. He stretched his back when he finally made it to the bottom and shuffled into the kitchen behind Grim.
It was clean - cleaner than he had ever seen it. It looked somewhat renovated as well, with cool, teal hexagon backsplash and freshly painted white cabinets. On autopilot, Azul went to grab a can of tuna and a plate for Grim, trying to remember what he could of the night prior. When Grim was served and Azul quietly began to make himself breakfast, he paused, staring down at his own hands.
Since when did he know where everything was? Since when did he go into someone else’s dorm and eat their food, especially when they’re out?
He began to put the food away, only to hear Grim yell, “Henchman! You have to eat breakfast, I know you! Get to cooking.”
He paused again, distraught, but barely had time to register it before he heard a knock at the door.
Surely this must be the end to the nightmare, he thought, the prank must be over since he didn’t give in.
When he opened the door, he was met with Floyd.
“So this little prank i-“
“Do you remember everything?” Floyd cut him off, looking worried and almost sick.
“What?” Azul asked, “What do you mean?”
“Who’s the housewarden of Scarabia?” Floyd asked again in a rush, his heterochromatic eyes staring down at Azul.
“Kalim Al Asim.” He replied, “What kind of question is that?”
Floyd let out a sigh of relief and practically tackled Azul in a hug, “Thank the seven you remember. Nobody else does, not even Jade. I think it’s because I-“
“Get off my henchman!” Grim cried, running over to them. He crawled up Floyd’s legs and waist, nails digging in as his bit down on his hand.
Floyd looked confused and shook his hand, watching Grim refuse to let go.
“I won’t let them rope you into a contract!” Grim said around Floyd’s hand, though he honestly could have said many other things and they’d be none the wiser.
Azul managed to break free of Floyd’s hold long enough to tactfully remove Grim from the eel.
“Azul,” Floyd said, “You’re missing’ your magic, right? Cause Shrimpy’s suddenly got some and it looks like yours.”
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hinamie · 4 days
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i have so much band!au content in the pipeline my brain is Rotting but enjoy these two for now
jjk band!au
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harpywitharobot · 4 months
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Did you have anything that inspired your design for Phoenix!Jack? I love the wings all over around his head, and he looks so badass and eldritch in your design!
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Heyo! Thank you for giving me the first ask of the year!
Here you can see the 3 main inspirations for Phoenix!Jack! I tried to follow a rule I heard once about mixing things people already know (ex the basic idea of a phoenix) and then add depth with similar things that might not be as related.
Since the Phoenix in my AU has a lot of weight, I mixed it with other concepts that relate to it, like the biblically accurate angels, that are messed up looking creatures (And I added piercings to the wings because Jack has to show his unhappiness about the whole ordeal somehow) The last part, of the corrupted Sun God, is more related to personality. It's more like a trope rather than a specific source of inspiration, but given that Jack is a soft gremlin it helps me navigate what changes he could experience personality-wise.
Thanks again for the ask!
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cupheadocscasino · 5 months
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trick or treat!
Okay, so I know this is almost three whole weeks late, due to ridiculously high ambitions on a short time limit, but if you're still in a spooky enough mood for a Halloween Party...
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THE HAUNTED HOUSE by New Mayfair Dance Orchestra
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phant0municorn · 10 months
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goodbaye 2 dinobot(uninspired) haelooo lucifer<3
#beast wars#transformers#dinoprimal#optimus primal#dinobot#doop#im gonna dump about this au since like excluding the 1-3 and last 2 images like alot of this is almost from like a year ago by now so uh#if ur a FRIEND who has NOT finished beast wars do NOT read im literally gonna ruin some shit 4 u DONT do it. i SWEAR. ok ily bye#maximals and predacons crash land on earth yadda yadda except its 10 times worse they crash land on the wrong time where most of humanity#has already evolved lets say they crash land around 15-16 century or so. idk yet exactly maybe we may never know just know au is gothic#mostly kinda yeah u see op hes a bat and shit but when he was scanning a lifeform while being barely alive because wehn they crashed both#sides almost went up in flames literally and when op was scanning a lifeform he did scan a bat but it was full of parasites and he ended#up scanning those as well. hes like yeah hes a vampire but like not an actual one but just as scary since energon isnt as abundant as time#goes on on earth and its scarce op needs more of it or else he goes feral he has 2 eat the protoforms kinda. lucifer doesnt defect immediat#ely uhh idk if i might make this like a visual novel or something one day if i have the time or energy after a project im alredy working on#well see ok thanks bye#i also wanted 2 redesign db because it always kinda bothered me how like its just him in some western get up. i wanna commit more 2 it and#now hes a diamondback rattle snake(not sure if i want 2 specify eastern or western idk if it matters really) and op kinda like has more of#flea mouth but rins mouth is canon 2 they can coexist<3 ok now byebye#oops made it up on the spot last minute i hate doing refs but the top of lucifers head is his snake skull#i keep forgetting sm shit but also why do they fight whats the point. in the crash both golden discs were destroyed. theyre pissed off as#hell if im going down im taking u with me
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kandykawaii · 9 days
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More of my interpretation on the Wide Awake AU.
(I'm really just doing it for me at this point.)
(P/N stands for player's name, btw.)
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If y'all are seeing this and have no idea what the heck is going on, here's a link:
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cooliogirl101 · 1 month
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bingge is 50% plotting his shizun’s murder + torture and 50% just super baffled by sayuri and i love that for him
Sayuri just being herself unknowingly accomplishes the impossible task of distracting SQQ from his past trauma (helps that past trauma is significantly lessened by her killing WYZ) and Bingge from his revenge.
I think endgame for Bingge in this AU is for him to a. finally trust someone and b. make a friend (the first one he’s ever made) that c. is female and d. he views in a completely platonic way and isn’t trying to secretly marry/fuck.
It’s a lot of character development for him.
Ironically, by Sayuri rejecting Bingge’s advances over and over again (which is a wholly new experience for him, a woman not wanting him?? That literally never happens), she unknowingly restores a lot of his faith that true love and devotion occur. I mean you can’t tell me that witnessing so many women betray their previous lovers for him didn’t play a role in his own insecurity and cynicism. Qiu Haitang, in refusing to stray so much as a millimeter in her loyalty to her husband, in refusing to so much as glance his way in a lustful manner, models the way LBH wishes his wives treated him in his previous life but had never quite managed in reality.
Eventually it comes out that SQQ and Qiu Haitang’s marriage is completely platonic. This is primarily due to YQY and SQQ finally reconciling (through no small intervention on Sayuri’s part because she was so tired of their mutual unsaid past destroying the both of them). They start to spend more time together and Bingge witnesses one of their outings, with YQY shyly offering SQQ a hand-painted fan and SQQ accepting with the faintest hint of a blush on his face.
He immediately grows completely and utterly enraged on Qiu Haitang’s behalf (another new experience for him— sure, he’s sought righteous justice on behalf of hundreds of women before but somehow this seems personal). Because how dare he. After all that Qiu Haitang has done for SQQ, all the ways she has supported him and improved his public image and loved him (why, why, why did she never love him the same way), this is how that traitorous, undeserving scum repays her?
Which made him realize that a part of him actually believed that SQQ truly loved his wife back, and that just makes him angrier, he should’ve known that no part of Shen-fucking-Qingqiu was capable of true love and loyalty, how could he be so stupid as to believe that filthy lecher had a single redeeming quality?! But no matter, even if Qiu Haitang is no longer his wife in this world, she’s become something of a friend to him (despite her appalling taste in food and men), and so he’ll do her this one favor, he’ll obtain justice on her behalf and rip Shen Qingqiu limb-from-limb—
Qiu Haitang has to pull him aside and be like “yeah I’m touched you’re so angry on my behalf and all but you’re about to ruin my 33-step plan on getting my husband and his childhood friend to finally hook up, so I’m gonna need you to calm down.”
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milimeters-morales · 1 month
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ACAU Miles doesn’t like thinking of Aaron being the Prowler (i’ve decided he figures it out in year two, but doesn’t tell anyone about it) because he doesn’t like that Aaron is doing bad shit and lying about it, and a smaller part of him doesn’t ever want to consider that Aaron and Peter are remotely similar right now, but he sort of… like, he starts to believe “playing favorites is fine when it comes to family” and doesn’t give any hints to anyone about his uncle being the Prowler, when he hears about what the Prowler’s done some nights he’ll brush it off and make himself forget a few days later, and if it sticks with him he tries to convince himself he’s jumping to conclusions and Aaron surely had his reasons. If he accepts that his uncle is capable of this evil, that means he’d have to tell people, and that would no doubt get Aaron taken away from him, and would send him (and his possible sister) into the system. Besides, his uncle is just trying to provide for them the best way he knows how, and life isn’t fair anyways, why ruin what he’s got? Why does he have to be the one to be good all the time, why can’t the adults just know without his intervention, why can’t he just sit back and let them do whatever they want? Especially since it’s not really negatively affecting him. He’s got a roof over his head, always has food, a warm bed, and a loving guardian, soooo… 🤷🏾‍♂️
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Any fun AK/AK ships? Without Audrey ideally?
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thesunshineriptide · 2 years
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Something Might Be Wrong - part two
The King of Beasts
characters: Azul, Vil, Jack, Floyd, Idia (mentioned)
cw// punching, blood, tooth injury (floyd :D) characters acting ooc
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Vil groaned and wiped a sweaty hand down his dirty face, pushing himself up from the ground.
“Jack, I really fail to see how you can be so violent with your own housewarden.” He said, somewhat teasing and a little bit reprimanding.
“We’ve been friends for longer than you’ve been a housewarden.” He said back, “But, since you are in charge…I suppose I could go easy on you.”
Vil laughed, standing straight. He stretched his back before looking at Jack again, “You needn’t insult me so. I’ll simply have to toughen up, won’t I?”
Jack grinned, and they began again. Right hook, left hook, elbow, jab. Left kick, right hook, parry, parry, block, elbow, uppercut.
Jack stumbled back with the last blow, coughing a little before melting into a laugh.
Vil grinned back at him, then kicked from dusty dirt his way, “Don’t laugh at me.” He said, still smiling, “It’s rude.”
Jack covered his mouth, still chuckling a bit to himself, “You’re right, you’re right. You’re getting better.” He said, “You’re a lot faster.”
“It’s called training.” Vil said pleasantly, “You must put everything into fine tuning yourself, don’t you agree? It’s simply the best way to be prepared for anything.”
Jack nodded slightly, “Yes, Housewarden.” He readjusted his stance again, “Do you want to go another round, or should we switch to another exercise?”
Vil grinned wickedly, “One more time. Then, we’ll need to get ready for classes.”
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They walk back to their dorm rooms to get ready for the rest of the day. Vil feels…off. Like there’s something missing, but he can’t remember what. It haunts him. He thinks of it in the shower, when getting ready, when doing his makeup, when gathering his books and homework for class. It follows him to alchemy and history, through to-
“Vil!” He hears a shout.
 He turns, tilting his head. “Good morning, Prefect. Is there something you need?”
“What dorm are you from?” Azul asks, eyes wide and frantic. He raises an eyebrow, watching the approaching figure of Floyd Leech come closer. He frowns, standing in front of Azul.
“Did he put you up to this, Prefect? I can protect you.” He says firmly, throwing a glance over his shoulder to Azul.
The ramshackle prefect frowns, trying to move back in front of him, “What? No, Floyd’s just helping me out today.”
Vil pauses, gauging Azul’s reaction, then begins to laugh. “Floyd Leech is helping you? Since when were you two so close?”
“What do you mean?” Azul asks.
Floyd questions at the same time, “Betta fish, what are you talkin’ about?”
Vil, for his part, frowned again. “You don’t remember when the Leech twins and their boss made you homeless? And here I thought you enjoyed your stay in my room.”
“What?” Azul gawked, “But-”
Vil cuts him off by placing a hand on his forehead, much like Grim had before, “Prefect, are you ill?”
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Azul grumbled, swatting Vil’s hand away, “I’m fine. But you never answered my question.”
He hummed, “Savanaclaw. You know that.” He said, “I think you-”
“See you later, Betta!” Floyd ran close and bent down, scooping up Azul before turning to run off.
Maybe that’s what his feeling was about, Vil thought. He scowled before sprinting after them, somehow managing to catch up to them both quickly. He, in one fell swoop, snatched Azul from Floyd’s arms, spinning to place him on the ground, then simultaneously kept turning to push Floyd against the wall.
“Leech, what do you think you’re doing?” Vil hissed, “I don’t trust you for a minute.”
Floyd let out a cheerful giggle, watching from the corner of his eye as Azul ran off. “Betta Fishy, I’d love to stay and play with you, but-”
He tasted the blood before he registered the pain, of the feeling of the back of his head colliding with the stone wall behind him. Vil was standing over him, fist raised and eyes set steel.
“Floyd Leech.” He said again, pulling him to his feet - when had he sunk down? 
“Betta Fish.” He mimicked, letting out another hysterical giggle, “You’ve got some balls, don’t you?”
That earned him another punch. Since when was Vil ever so aggressive?
Floyd ended up coughing up a tooth with a frown. He glared at Vil, “You’re really startin’ to get to me, now.”
He managed to dodge Vil’s third blow, sending it straight into the rock. He kicked Vil away, then sprinted off after Azul.
Vil stood there, dumbfounded. He looked at his hand, examining his nails. He scowled before turning away.
What trouble was the Prefect in today? He’ll likely find out from Kalim later, he thought, surely Azul is headed straight for those troublesome freshman he was always around.
He passed by Idia, looking over his school uniform jealousy. “That purple would look nice against my skin.” He thought. He turned down to examine his nails once more, sighing. Perhaps something like that was better suited for Idia. He wasn’t near dainty enough, with his chewed down, dirty, broken nails and the hair that always frizzed, whether it be from heat or humidity. “Yes,” he thought, “I’m much better suited to Savanaclaw. But I do wonder…”
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threadsun · 9 months
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AYO! It's me, Sleepy. You know that director au? I need to know the early game with those two. Their flirting strategies. The "we have to stay professional we can't just ASK TO BANG" talk. Do they plan together? Or separate? Double team? Compete? Good cop Jean cop?
DEAR DIRECTOR AU MY MOST BELOVED OF ALL AUS!!!!!
So, here's the thing. You've been involved in production since the very beginning. Since long before casting. Since that one drunken night when you decided "weather clowns" was an acceptable pitch to make to the goddamn CEO of Lambworks
So you saw every audition. Sifted through every headshot. And really, honestly, you were just hoping to make this whole thing crash and burn before it took off
When you saw Jean Laurent's name come up as a possibility for Rory Rainberry... well, what better way to screw over this whole thing than by casting a big name diva? Someone who would inevitably want to quit after a season at most, and who would take the whole thing down with him
And then Joseph... well, Joseph was an easy pick. Mostly because he clearly hadn't been there to audition. You played dumb, of course. Called him into the audition room and made him read lines. He sucked. He'd just been there to see if he could spend the night in some rich executive's bed, so he was in no way prepared for the audition. You cast him on the spot
All of this is to say that both of them have known you since the very moment they auditioned. And both of them were instantly smitten with the scowl on your face and the way you pounded back coffee like your life depended on it
Don't ask me why, there's just something about you! Or maybe something about them? Who's to say, really. They certainly think there's more to you than meets the eye, and they're both determined to bring it out in you
Look, at first Jean saw it as a competition. He was going to woo you first and rub it in Joseph's face. But when that proved impossible... well, he's a resourceful guy. And two people would surely wear you down faster than one! Not to mention how badly he wants to kiss Joseph, but shut up about that if you know what's good for you
So they team up. They make a weird little friendship mostly based around coming up with ways to make you smile, laugh, frown, scream, crack that miserable shell in one way or another
Flirting seems to be the only thing that gets any kind of reaction out of you, so that's the way they go. They want to woo you anyway, so it works out! For now, though, their plan is mostly just to keep flirting and pushing your buttons and prodding at you until you show them whatever lies underneath your concerningly depressed exterior
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kj-munch · 9 months
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continuing my 'draw whatever even if its random and silly' meta to deal with this slump..... enjoy some warrior cats au
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victorluvsalice · 1 month
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Valicer OT3 Week, Day Three: Childhood Friends
Day Three of @ot3-week's OT3 Week, and we're up to a cute prompt -- "Childhood friends!" So naturally I couldn't resist writing the trio hanging out together as kids. :) This is supposed to be a Victorian!AU, though I suspect it might feel a little bit more modern than that...the important thing is, there's a grand old party happening in the halls of Christchurch at Oxford, and Smiler and Alice have already found each other and decided to sequester themselves away from all these boring adults in their own private table fort. But tummies have started growling, and so Smiler is venturing out to get snacks...
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“I’m gonna get more snacks!”
“All right – make sure to grab some of Mama’s Welsh rarebit!” Alice said, arranging the cards into neat piles. “Then when you come back we can start building our castle.”
“Definitely,” Smiler said, shooting her a grin. They grabbed the edge of the tablecloth and lifted it – then, seeing no adults had eyes on them, scrambled out from under the banquet table that they and Alice had claimed as their personal hidey-hole. And I thought this party was going to be boring, they thought, scurrying toward the table where the Welsh rarebit sat, along with a few other cheese-based dishes the various attendees were nibbling on. Adults never want to have any fun when they get together – it’s just talk talk talk about boring stuff. Especially Father, going on about “social compliance” and all that...it’s a good thing that Alice is here! I can’t wait to hear another story about Wonderland – it sounds amazing! And I bet that, without the adults interrupting us, we can build a castle using all of the –
“Now, I don’t want you embarrassing me at this party, Victor, do you understand?”
Smiler stopped, turning toward the entrance. Standing there, having their coats taken by the coat-taking-man, was a hunched-over skinny man with a large mustache, leaning on a cane; a very plump woman in the fanciest dress Smiler had ever seen, fanning herself like it was the middle of summer; and a little boy, about Smiler’s age, wearing a suit with shorts and staring at his feet while the woman – presumably his mother – went on and on about how the Liddells were Very Important People and how they had to make a Good First Impression and how Victor was to Stay Quiet and Look Respectable, like the boys in magazines. The boy – Victor – was nodding along to his mother’s litany, trying to stand up straight and do as asked, but the look on his face...
“Now, Marmaduke, I understand that you’re a little – confused, at this age. But the simple fact of the matter is that you can’t just decide that you’re not a boy. It’s simply not done. Where would society be if people just started declaring themselves not one thing or the other? You have to learn how to be socially compliant. True happiness comes from obeying your elders – and you want to be happy, don’t you?”
Smiler frowned as the woman turned away from Victor, leaving him to tug at his tie as she swanned off to chat about boring things with the other adults. It seemed like, with a mother like that, Victor was about to have about as bad a time at this party as they’d feared they would have. And that was a really bad time indeed.
Well, good thing I’m here, then, Smiler thought to themselves, then marched up to Victor, putting on their best smile and sticking out their hand. “Hullo! I’m Smiler!”
Victor nearly started right out of his skin – maybe they should have been a little bit quieter. He stared at them a moment, glancing from their face to their hand and back, then hesitantly took it. “Uh – I’m – I’m – V-Victor,” he stammered, clearly out of his depth. Maybe people didn’t talk to him much? That would be sad if so. “Your name is – Smiler?”
“Well, it’s what I call myself,” Smiler told him, pumping his arm. “My real name’s awful. But Victor’s a nice name! Do you want to play with us?”
“Us?” Victor repeated, blinking.
“Me and Alice!” Smiler pointed at their table, where Alice was peeping out, clearly wondering why snacks were taking so long. They waved to her and pointed to Victor – she glanced over, then nodded and waved back. “She’s really nice, and she tells great stories,” Smiler informed Victor, grinning. “And she’s got cards – we’re gonna try and build a castle! Do you like castles?”
“Uh – yes?” Victor said, as if he wasn’t sure of his own opinions. “I’ve n-never made a card one b-before, though.” He dropped his gaze, playing with his tie again. “I’m k-kind of clumsy.”
“That’s all right – we can show you how to do it!” Smiler promised, taking his hand so he didn’t accidentally strangle himself. “Come on – we’ll get snacks, then we can go and play!”
“I – um...” Victor’s gaze went to his mother, chatting with some other adult Smiler didn’t know and didn’t care about. “I dunno...”
“Aw, come on,” Smiler wheedled, tugging his arm. “It’ll be fun! Don’t you wanna have fun? Be happy? Like, real happy, not grown-up happy?”
“Happy...” Victor looked at his mother a moment more, then over at Alice, patiently waiting for them to decide what they were doing. Then his mouth formed a determined line, and he nodded at Smiler. “Yes. Let’s go make castles.”
Smiler beamed. One happiness problem – solved! Take that, Father. “Great! But, first, we gotta get some of that rarebit – and I think there’s some cake too...”
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wtfwhy · 2 months
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I HATE tim drake headcanons that drag the rest of the batfamily down so he can be the special angsty boy when they all arguably do that like wtf are you talking about
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notscorb · 9 months
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cellbit mentioned that he liked danganronpa??????? in the year of our lord and saviour 2023????? ykw. good on him
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celenawrites · 9 months
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I wanna do a Faerie au, but with Reader as the fae who lures/tempts one of the guys from 141 and steals them away.
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