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blurryface-never-left · 1 year

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Pur•ity

There's something oddly fascinating about a particular outfit that Blurryface appears in. In the sea of various dark clothes, there's one that seems to stand out from the crowd. The snow white hoodie, over a button-up and finished off by an identical white pair of trousers. A stark contrast against the charcoal black that coats the skin of their hands and neck, with the addition of ruby red swimming in their irises. This white, the color that symbolizes purity and innocence, ironically being donned by an entity that prides itself on eradicating just that.

Like a taunt, or mockery. Or even more malicious, a disguise. A wolf in sheeps clothing if you will. A perfect fit to appear to introduce itself in, if they were to try to slide their way into your psyche. At your lowest moment, the perfect time to strike. When your vision is too blurred by the overwhelming rush of tears in the midst of a panic attack, you'll be more likely to miss the inky black of their hands as they take you in, brushing your hair or rubbing circles on your back to soothe your anxiety. An anxiety they'd never admit was amplified by their infestation that they already started in your mind. You can only take in the comforting, safety of the white hoodie you'd cry into. You'll develop a trust with your new, otherworldly friend before you could correlate the red eyes and shadows with anything malevolent.

After all, how can they be dangerous? With how they keep you company, when your friends slowly begin to fade from your life, or how they're willing to stay and listen to you spill your flaws and downfalls to them. They do it because they care..

A friend. An odd, eerie even, shadowed friend. They have your best interest in mind. So when they suggest relieving your stress with a razor blade, or satiate your anxiety by encouraging you to stay home, away from the terrifying world, you can assure its from a place of support.

Right?

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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Overreaction (Josh Dun x reader)

Summary: Arguments over the littlest of things happen to everyone. It’s how you handle them that matters. In the early days of twenty one pilots, when their future isn’t guaranteed, Josh finds that he isn’t particularly good at handling stress...

Word count: 1794

Warnings: Josh is kind of an ass here, but definitely more in an ‘I’m stressed and don’t know how to cope’ way than an ‘I’m an actual prick’ way. You get me?

The house was quiet when he woke up. The sort of quiet that sat coldly in his bones and left a weight in his stomach, filling the air in every room and leaving everything feeling grey and still. His heart sank further as he stuck his head into the guest bedroom and saw the bed neatly made, the top of the dresser empty.

They hadn’t come back.

His mind was filled with images of the evening before as guilt washed over him.

“Josh, please, can you just lay off the drumming for half an hour? I just wanna get this last section done.” (y/n) dug their fingers into their temples, frowning over the essay they were trying to finish. When he’d suggested that they spend the afternoon at his flat so they could both finish the work they needed to do and then spend the weekend hanging out, they’d jumped to say yes. But while it had been a good idea at the time, things hadn’t gone quite to plan.

Josh had been working on some ideas for the music video he and Tyler were meant to be shooting in a week’s time while (y/n) was working on finishing an assignment that was due on the Monday. It was frustratingly difficult work, and at first their boyfriend’s presence was a relaxing one.

The two of them were sat on opposite sides of the breakfast bar, laptops and papers spread out in an inelegant tangle as they worked. The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and a soft instrumental playlist was on in the background. For a couple of hours, the atmosphere was incredibly peaceful. But then, Josh finished his work. And he got bored. He tidied up his laptop and notebooks to kill a little time, but soon found that he needed more to do.

Thinking back to the discussion he’d had with Tyler over some new ideas for songs, he decided to sit down at his practice pad for a little while and get some rhythms out of his head, see if any of them fit the beautiful words that his bandmate had put together. He slipped his headphones on and plugged them in, relaxing as he wrapped his hands around the drum sticks and got ready to play.

Engrossed in reading the resources they’d found, (y/n) jumped as he started tapping away, their concentration shattered. At first they tried to just ignore it and carry on, but the repetitive beats that only got louder and more complex made it impossible to keep their mind on the words they needed to write.

And so, they had politely asked him to stop.

Josh had barely glanced back at them, tapping his feet in time with the thoughts running through his brain. “I’m just tryna get this idea down so it matches the stuff from Tyler.”

“Yeah, but can it wait? Is there some other way you can think about it that isn’t so... loud? I’m still working.”

He sighed. “Babe, this is part of my work. So I’m still working too.”

“I get that, I do. It just doesn’t make it very easy to think about the history of genetics, you know?” They’d laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. But a dark cloud had descended over the room, and Josh’s continued frown made their smile fade.

“Look, this is important.”

“I never said it wasn’t.” Now they were frowning too. “I just asked-”

“I’m trying to make this whole band thing work, okay? And maybe you don’t think that takes as much effort as a fancy college degree, but it’s damn hard.”

(y/n) felt like a deer in the headlights, taken aback by the sharpness of his response. “Hey, I know how hard you guys are working on this, and I know how much it matters to you. All I’m asking for is half an hour of quiet so I can get this done. And then I’ll sit and listen, okay? Maybe I can try and help you go through some of the ideas you’ve got.”

He sniffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, like you actually care. All you can think about is yourself.”

Their jaw dropped as he turned back to the kit, hitting the pads even harder now that he had some anger to get out of his system. “Josh, I-”

“No, it’s fine! It’s fine that you’re more worried about one stupid essay - one essay that won’t even affect your perfect GPA anyway - than you are about me being happy with my career. Nice to know. Really.”

He’d never snapped at them before. Tears prickled hotly at the corners of their eyes. Silently, they gathered their things and packed them into their bag, dipping into the guest room briefly to get what little else they’d brought. Then two doors slammed, one shortly after another.

It took almost an hour for Josh to notice what had happened in the aftermath of the argument. Finally satisfied, he put his sticks down - and turned to face an empty room. That’s when he realised that (y/n) had grabbed what little they had brought round to his place and left.

Groaning at his own idiocy, Josh found himself getting anxious. Last night he’d assumed they’d just gone home, but what if something had happened to them while they were out? What if they were in a hospital, or being held hostage by someone, or... no, he couldn’t think like that. He sighed, chewed at his lip, and made the decision to phone them. It was obviously better to apologise in person, but somehow he doubted that showing up at their apartment unannounced would be welcomed. Besides, just hearing their voice for the moment would be enough to assuage his growing intrusive thoughts. The phone rang through a couple of times before abruptly cutting off. Nothing. But with the short ring period, he knew it wasn’t because their phone was broken or switched off. They’d declined the call.

Pacing back and forth across his living room, Josh rang Tyler instead. Thankfully, his best friend answered straight away.

“Yeah?”

“Ty, I screwed up.”

“Oh, I know.”

He stopped walking for a moment, frowning. “Wait, what?”

He could hear Tyler close a door before answering. “(y/n) came here last night. And dude I’ve gotta tell you, I haven’t seen them that upset in a long time.”

Josh felt his heart sink. “What did they say?”

“That you made them feel like you didn’t want them there. That you told them they didn’t care about you, which a blind man could see is total rubbish.” His friend sounded angry, and he was definitely starting to feel that it was justified. “They said that it was you who didn’t seem to care about them. That you didn’t think about the fact this essay is due Monday and they’ve got a midterm on Wednesday, even though they’d told you all about how worried they were when they got to yours. Dude. You were a real jerk.”

He let his head drop against the wall with a soft thud, feeling well and truly like an idiot. “I don’t even know why I said all that stuff. I feel terrible.”

“Yeah, you should. I had to come and pick them up because it was getting dark and they were crying too much to keep walking home.”

He felt his heart sink painfully. “I... I made them cry?”

Hearing the crack in Josh’s voice, Tyler sighed. “Look man, just get over here. You’re both a bit calmer now, and you can talk things over. You can apologise.”

“I- Yeah, okay, that’s a good idea. I’ll be there soon. Thanks man.”

Burying their hands in the hoodie’s sleeves, (y/n) chewed at the dry skin on their lips until Tyler nudged them in the side.

“Hey, knock that off. You’ll make them sore.”

“Are you sure he’s not still mad at me?”

Tyler pulled them in for a hug, rubbing their back soothingly. “Hey, I know he isn’t. You know, I don’t think he was ever really mad at you in the first place. Just real stressed. And that’s not me trying to excuse what he said to you, because it was totally out of line. I just don’t think he’s capable of being mad at you.”

A knock on the door interrupted them, and he let them go so he could go and answer it. When Josh set eyes on them, red around the eyes and pale with lack of sleep, he burst towards them and took their hands in his, babbling almost frantically.

“Shit, (y/n) I- I’m so, so sorry. I have no idea why I said the things I did - I shouldn’t have, no way. None of those things were true. I think I - everything lately has been so hard, so uncertain - I just want us to do well, and... your degree is so stable and nothing I do is guaranteed and that... I don’t know, maybe it - I don’t even know!”

He was practically tearing his hair out at this point, and (y/n) stopped him with a hand on his cheek. “Hey, slow down. One thing at a time. Were you really mad at me yesterday?”

“No, of course not. I think I... I was just worried about a lot of things and you happened to say something at the wrong time.”

“So you... you don’t really think that I don’t care about you?”

He could see them welling up again, and opened his arms for a hug the same way he always did - never pulling them in first, always checking that they were okay with the contact before doing so. They leant into him, tucking their chin on his shoulder as he held them as tightly as he dared.

“No. I think that’s the worst thing I said to you, and I don’t even know where it came from. I just - I am so sorry, babe. I hate that I treated you like that.”

“Thank you for apologising. And, I forgive you.” They pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hands resting against his chest as his moved to their waist.

When they pulled back he barely gave them a second to breathe before kissing them again with a little more force, his tongue dancing at the seam of their mouth.

“Oh, gross. I leave you two alone for five minutes and this is what happens.”

They pulled apart, both giggling a little at the look of mock disgust on Tyler’s face. Beneath it, the relief was clearly visible.

“Sorry man.”

“Yeah, whatever, I’m just glad you two are okay now. Next time, get a room that isn’t my kitchen, deal?”

“Deal.”

#twenty one pilots #josh dun #josh dun x reader #wee bit of angsty stuff but it's a nice sweet ending i swear #x reader fic #fanfic #writing challenge #tyler joseph being a good friend #drabble #oneshot #fic

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sleepyjim · 1 year

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do u have any current wips ur really excited about :}}

I DO I DO I DO !! they exist . exclusively in my brain rn tho :( will rant incoherently in the tags /lh

#one is sorta jasico #where jason is Dead but he inhabits nicos body #might habve already been done before but idk #another is a character study of jason #but i threw some of my silly little headcanons in there :3 for funsies :3 it starts pre-hoo and then hoo/toa #a lot of stuff is same as canon but more focus on his backstory and also valgrace and also jason is a system #then theres some separate drabbles with system jason stuff because I Am Plagued #some tøp stuff also #system clancy basically #and oh yeah . au where nico dies a bunch of times during his time in tartarus #and another one same concept where pefcy and annabeth die a bunch of times in tartarus #also might have been done before but idc lolzy /lh #anyway ! :333 #idk if any of these will Ever leave my . internal brain notebook so . dont get too excited /hj /lh #pjo hoo toa #twenty one pilots #tøp #ask #no idea who i am #uhhhh #tyler (xe/nox/he/sol/they/night)#<maybe

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thekadster · 2 years

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cliquetober day 11: antlers (a twenty one pilots drabble)

Fandom: Twenty One Pilots

Word Count: 315

Trigger Warnings: None!

Author’s Notes: Something a bit more lighthearted for today KJDHSFG

❝ After the events of The Outside MV, Tyler finds out he has antlers on his head.

“They’re going to notice, aren’t they?” ❞

also read it on ao3!

Josh froze, his eyes widening. “Uh…Tyler?”

The other man turned to look at him as he waited on the beach. “Yeah?”

Josh didn’t know what to say. He glanced at the top of Tyler’s head, then back to his face. “You kind of…uh…”

“Kind of what?” he asked.

Josh motioned to where his beanie sat. Tyler mimicked his action, but immediately paused. Something was growing from the top of his head.

He felt around more and found a wood-like texture. His fingers met pointed ends, branching out from a single stem.

His eyes widened. They were antlers.

He looked at Josh. “Dude, what the– How did–”

“I don’t know!”

At that moment, Tyler remembered the ritual. If there was one thing he knew about the Neds, it was that he didn’t know much at all. He never knew they could grow horns, let alone be used to intercept the Bishops.

“Where’s Ned?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” replied Josh. “He’s not in the cave.”

Tyler’s brow furrowed as he sighed. The two of them had only heard rumors of the ritual, with the Glorious Gones and their glowing eyes. “Do you think this ever happens to the Bishops?”

“They don’t have antlers, as far as I’m aware,” Josh said.

“They could always cut them off. Seems in character for them to have horns.”

Josh laughed. They kept their torches raised, mirrored by distant lights from the opposite shore. The other Banditos would be here in a few minutes to bring them back to the main continent.

Tyler felt the antlers on his head again. He paused for a moment. “They’re going to notice, aren’t they?”

The other man tilted his head. “...Yeah, they probably will,” he replied. He tugged his friend’s beanie to somewhat cover the pointed tips. “That might work. They won’t see a thing.”

Josh couldn’t help but smile. Tyler sighed.

#twenty one pilots #twenty øne piløts #twenty one pilots fanfiction #clique art #clique writing #skeleton clique #cliquetober 2022 #cliquetober #cliquetober day 11 #tyler joseph #josh dun #twenty one pilots bishops #banditos #trench #dema #scaled and icy #twenty one pilots the outside #drabble #sulat ni kad

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inlovewithaspiderguy · 2 days

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There are 4 (FOUR) French TOP fics on ao3 and Josh is FUCKING HIS DRUMKITS IN ONE OF THEM

#DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT MESSES UP THE STATS #sigh #hey if people can’t do whatever on ao3 where else should they do it #emo brainrot #twenty one pilots #gonna have to expand the list…#i know I’m still training to be a clikkie but I could make up a Drabble

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bloodmoonmuses · 2 months

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we're not really strangers | mark lee

genre: mark lee x reader, drabble (700 words), meditative prose, angst (?) inspired by the movie "all of us strangers" and mark's 'dirty smoothie' trailer for their upcoming album "dreamscape"

warnings: none!

summary: the love of your life, mark, appears out of thin air.

The edges of your vision are blurred with tears. You attempt to blink them back- to keep them at bay- but they fall hastily as your pace quickens amidst the concrete jungle. You’re experiencing the type of vulnerability that can only exist before nine in the morning- when people ravage the polluted city, weaving in and out of the crowd as they hustle to work. You’ve missed your train, and now, in order to make it to the office on time, you’ll have to walk six blocks. The sky is abysmally gray, but it’s apt, you suppose. Your mind and body feels gray as well- mushy, drab and bland in its quiet suffering. You curse your faulty alarm clock and rue the feeling of watching the train zip past right as you reach its closed doors. It’s enough to ruin your entire day. Probably your entire week. But nevertheless, the world moves onward.

You jump into the mix, warm bodies making the sidewalk blush as they cross its mind. As a law-abiding citizen, you mind the traffic lights. When it says walk, you walk. When it says stop, you stop. There’s something comforting about being told what to do. Muscle memory pilots your pliant form. You come to a stop again, because the light tells you so. On the opposite side of the street, in the middle of about twenty or so people waiting to cross as well, you see a man with wired headphones nodding along to his music. In his hand is an iPod Touch. The light turns and suddenly, you’re passing one another. The man skips joyfully, taking big strides with his elegantly long legs. You make contact briefly, his shoulder brushing yours, before he disappears into the morning mist.

When you return your attention ahead of you, there he is again, leaning against the crosswalk light. You look around in confusion. Had he not just crossed the street? Didn’t he just vanish into the chaos of his morning commute?

“What?” the man asks as you come to stand in front of him. “You’re staring.”

“I thought I just saw you-” your head whips around with such force, you’re afraid you’ve injured your neck. When you look behind you, the entire street is empty- everyone having evaporated without a single trace.

The man is wearing a corporate lanyard. His badge says Mark Lee. You’ve known him for a lifetime, suddenly.

“Hey. I said you’re staring.”

“What are you doing here, Mark?”

“Playing hooky with you, of course.” Mark grasps your freezing hand, encasing it in two of his own, and warms it with his breath. “Let’s get out of here. You’ll catch a cold.”

He walks you back to your apartment. You’re not sure how he knows how to get there. Or where he got a key from. He moves around your home with tenured expertise, blending into the domesticity as if he’d been a permanent fixture in it for many years. Years that have escaped you. Years, that when you look up one day, you realize have flown past you in a flash. He takes your favorite mug out of the cupboard, the one with glazed ladybugs painted on it.

“Mark,” you start.

“Shh. Don’t ruin it,” he says.

“Ruin what?”

He makes you a cup of tea. Chamomile. Also your favorite. He places it wordlessly on your tiny dining room table, sitting across from you.

“This is the best idea I’ve had in a while,” Mark says. “I should skip work more often.” He leans over to kiss you, chastely, on the lips. He misses slightly, only capturing the corner of your mouth. He chuckles.

“You’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost,” whispers Mark, still only inches away from your face. You kiss his nose, and the feeling is so familiar that it almost calms you completely. Then you remember: there’s a stranger in your house.

“Do I know you?” you inquire, scared of ‘ruining it’. All you do is ruin things. For once, you’d like to get out of your own way.

Mark simply nods. “Of course you do.”

He kisses you once more, then stands to retrieve his iPod. When he returns, he sits next to you this time, placing an earbud into your left ear and the other in his right. Mark presses play, and a song you don’t recognize fills your ears like water. Mark rests his head on your shoulder, draping you in his sodden affection. Your heart feels impossibly heavy. You hope he’s real.

“I love you,” Mark says.

“I love you too.”

a/n: thanks for reading! feedback is always appreciated!

#bloodmoonmuses #nct 127 #nct 127 fluff #mark lee fic #mark lee #mark lee x reader #nct dream #nct dream fic #nct 127 fic #mark lee angst

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dellalyra · 1 year

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i NEED another part of Family Formation where megumi tells the reader that he has a crush on itadori but he’s scared to tell satoru because he don’t want him to make fun of it 😭 PLEASE

A/N: OMG A REQUEST I’M SO HAPPY THANK YOU NONNIE 🤍 I hope this is okay I kinda got carried away and added some more stuff if it’s not pls tell me and I’ll write MORE

Summary: Megumi comes home for the weekend, and he needs some Mom advice.

CW: Feelings, sweetness, the jjk elders 😡, mentions of being insecure about stuff and sexuality, teasing, a loving family, Satoru and Y/N’s baby is in the human world, swearing it’s me it’s gonna be there.

Recommended Listening:

Shrike - Hozier (the first half)

Angel - Finneas (the second half)

Tear in My Heart - Twenty One Pilots (playing at the start)

Family Formation Drabble

You lifted your son out of his playpen as you heard the doorbell ring, and holding him on your hip you almost run to the front of the house.

Opening the door, your eldest son stands with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hi Mom, hey buddy,” Megumi says, laying his backpack on the tiled floor of the hallway of your and Satoru’s cottage.

“Here Akio, say hi to your brother.” Megumi lifts the 14-month-old from your arms and pats his snowy white head.

“Hi sweetheart, where’s that husband of mine?” You ask, now having to stand on your tiptoes to reach his cheek to kiss him.

“He’s going to the grocery store and said he’d be home in about 40 minutes. Something about meringue, I wasn’t listening.”

“Understandable. Yuuji and Nobara staying at school?” You lead your boys back into the kitchen where you put on a pot of coffee.

“Uh, yeah, they wanted to explore Tokyo for the weekend. Some festival or something.” He plops his brother back in the playpen and comes to sit at the kitchen island with you.

“And you didn’t want to go? I know you’re not a fan of crowds but you guys usually are joined at the hip. You didn’t have to come home for the weekend, sweetie.” Pouring his black coffee into his favourite mug (black, with an M on one side and a fluffy dog on the other).

“Uh no, I kinda needed a breather from Yuu- everyone.” He had flushed red at the name, and your instincts spiked, you’d had an inkling of what might have caused your emotionally constipated son to need a breather but you’d let him tell you if you wanted.

You had seen the shy looks through his eyelashes, the bright red tips of his ears from just a high five. The fact he gravitates toward him during missions. The spike in anger at seeing him hurt. The avoided hearing any form of praise from his pink-haired friend. You knew your son had grown a crush on Yuuji Itadori. To you, it was obvious. Well, to you and Satoru - but you had warned him to not bring it up, or make a deal of it, or try any elaborate schemes. Luckily, the matter of love was something Satoru knew not to meddle in. You both needed to come together naturally, and you wanted the same for your kids.

“I get that, I used to need breaks from your dad’s energy sometimes too. For people like us, sometimes the energy gets overwhelming, same with all the feelings. Maybe you’re spending too much time around me!” You giggle, nudging him in the side.

You hear mumbling (babbling, really) from the other side of the room and then a “Momma, up! Up!” So you pick up Akio on your hip and come back to sit with Megumi. He was staring into his coffee as if he was waiting for it to grow into a corporeal being.

“Mom, can I - can I, um, ask you about something?” He doesn’t look up when he asks.

“Always, sweetheart.”

“I think, I think I - I dunno. Maybe it’s dumb. It’s - I needed to get away this weekend to think for a while. To think about - about Itadori.” He swirls the spoon in his coffee. You know how much effort it’s taking your shy boy to talk about this so you don’t push, gently letting him continue.

“I think I… might like him. Like, as more than a friend.” The sound of his voice is so quiet you are glad the house is quiet.

“That’s great sweetheart, I’m happy to hear that. Have you talked to him about it?” You pet the raven and lock his head in a soothing gesture, keeping your voice steady and even as if coaxing a wolf into playtime.

He shakes his head.

“I’ve not told anyone, only you, and Akio I guess.” He smirks, and the baby on your thigh perks up hearing his name.

“Gumi!” The baby waves to his big brother, showing off his new skill of waving.

“Well, you know whatever you say can stay between us.”

“I don’t know what to do mom, I haven’t done this whole ‘like someone’ thing, and I- Yuuji, he’s a boy and my friend and I don’t want to be fucked with for it.”

“Sweet boy, who do you think wouldn’t be okay with that? I’m bi, your dad’s bi, Nobara well - that girl is completely in love with Maki. Inumaki wouldn’t care, Yuuta would be so happy to see you happy, Principal Yaga has had me, Shoko, Satoru, you kids - and your Uncle Suguru to deal with. You liking a boy is of no consequence to any of us, as long as the boy is good to you and you’re happy.”

“The elders? They’re not exactly accepting. I know you and Dad and all my friends won't care, I just don't want them to punish Yuuji any more.”

“Ha! Honey, have they met our family?! I and your dad have date nights of shouting at the elders. You're our son, Yuuji may as well be too. You guys are under our protection. Plus, if things get really bad - we can pull out the trump card. We can send Uncle Kento in to roll his eyes and call them shits and judge them in the silent scary way you've learned.”

He smirks at this, recalling stories of your temper scaring the senile men, and how Nanami and you team up often to call out bullshit.

“Did I tell you about when your dad and I began dating? The elders blew a fuse. Your dad being who he is, the ‘pinnacle of Sorcery society’ dating me? A girl whose family has been a matriarch fighting the male elders for 350 years? It was a bloodbath, and we were summoned to a meeting and let’s say by the end of it, nobody questioned our relationship again. They even sent us a wedding gift.” You say, pointing at the teapot on the counter.

“We love you, whether you’re straight, gay, sideways, bi - hell honey you could say you want to marry a tree I’d say great when’s the wedding? Him being a boy, is of no matter - what matters is whether or not he makes you happy. Now, have you confessed?” You peck his forehead.

“No. I don’t know how. Plus, I don’t even know if he’s into guys, let alone me.”

“First of all, he is. He told me a while back he had a crush on Timothee Chalamet - so I’d also argue you’re probably his type. Next point - what do you mean ‘let alone me!’, you, kid, are a devilishly handsome guy. You’ve got the whole, tall dark and handsome thing going on! Strong, kind, loyal, sensible - okay I’ll shut up.”

You giggled, knowing your cue to stop was him banging his head on the island, groaning ‘Mom please stop.’

“Yes please shut up now.”

“Megs, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s crazy about you too, I’d bet my technique on it.”

He hums a nonsensical sound, but you can see a small smile on his face.

“Gumi!” Tiny grabby hands pull Megumi’s attention as he picks him up and he summons his divine dog for your son to pet.

“Can you not tell Dad? He’ll just tease me.”

“Hate to break it to you kid but your dad already knew. He’s around you kids 24/7.”

“But he never said anything? Surely if he knew he’d be insufferable.”

“Satoru is kinda good with matters of the heart, believe it or not. He knows this is something you need to do yourself, we both do. He managed to land me didn’t he?” You wink at him, and he smirks.

A voice sounds from the doorway,

“Who managed to land you? Do I have competition for your heart, princess?” Satoru asks, whisking you into his arms and kissing your forehead.

“Oh yes, a beautiful young man which dashing white hair and sparking blue eyes has not let go of me for 10 months.” You gesture to Akio, who is on Megumi’s lap.

“How dare he, I’ll just have to swallow him whole!” Satoru lifts your son into his arms and Megumi rolls his eyes and blows raspberries into his chubby baby belly, much to the infant's delight.

“Gumi, Got you chicken nanban, breast meat don’t worry!” He passes the box to the eldest boy, then turns to you. You smile at how thoughtful your beautiful husband can be.

“Donburi, for you, love of my life, princess, my queen.” He passes you another box.

“And for us, Akio, the ones with gourmet taste, mochi!” He takes a pink container out and all you can do is roll your eyes, thankful you had already given the baby his ACTUAL dinner.

“I’m just gonna go shower, I’ll be back in a few.” He pecks you and Akio on the head and tries to kiss Megumi too only to be swatted away.

As Satoru leaves, you turn to Megumi.

“We both know, and we love you. If you want to talk to me about it, I love hearing it from you, I’ve also been told I’m pretty great at advice - and I swept your dad off his feet. Got the strongest at my feet. It’s okay to take your time, but if you’re worried, I can’t tell you for sure he likes you too, like, a lot, Megumi. I promise.” You wink at him, knowing some humour would make this less uncomfortable for him.

You wouldn’t tell him so you weren’t interfering in something you knew would happen naturally, but you knew for sure because Yuuji had asked you what Megumi’s favourite restaurant was so he could ask him on a date on his birthday in two weeks. But that was a secret you keep to yourself, well, and Satoru and Akio. Megumi may be smarter than Yuuji, but Yuuji was far more aware of feelings. He had been worried he’d be turned down, but you assured the pink-headed boy he wouldn’t be - to which he thanked you, Satoru and Akio for his very informative babbles and bounced out of the room to get help planning from Nobara.

“Thanks, Mom.” Megumi gives you a small smile, sheepish as ever.

“No need, it’s my pleasure, darling boy.” You kissed his forehead (smiling at not being swatted away).

“Ahhh baba! Puppy gumi! Jababuoa.” Akio says from his high chair.

“Very true Akio, you’re not wrong. Megumi, opinion?”

“No, he’s definitely onto something, good job buddy.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo fluff #anime #dad!gojo #itafushi #nobara x maki #megumi x itadori #yuuji x megumi

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Sailor-Aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge

Hello, hello! I wanted to try something a little fun for the holidays, so I figured why not host a little writing challenge! I've never hosted one of these, so this should be fun for all of us! Let's get started!

The Concept

I will have a list of holiday buzzwords with three slots available! Once all three slots are taken, then that's it! No more entries will be allowed for that word/phrase! As much as I love the holidays, I don't want to read twenty fics about the first snow. Just send me a DM/Ask letting me know that you want to participate and which word/phrase you'll be using and with which TGM character!

The Rules

You may sign up for more than one slot as long as there are slots available. However, you can not take up two slots for the same word/phrase.

Tag your fics appropriately! (Angst, smut, fluff, warnings, etc.)

18+ ONLY!

This can be a series, a one-shot, moodboards, or even a collection of drabbles! Just have fun with it!

You MUST use your word/phrase in some way in the fic. For example, if your word is reindeer, you could write about going to feed reindeer, or you could write about dressing up as a reindeer, or you could write about a reindeer sweater, etc.

HAVE FUN!!!

Your fics (with the exception of series) are due by the end of the day on December 25th!! When you are finished (or started the series/collection), you can shoot me the link so I can tag it below. Also, please tag me in the fic and tag the challenge! The more the merrier!

Tagging who I think might be interested: @goldenseresinretriever @bobgasm @hangmansgbaby @jupitercomet @mamachasesmayhem @seresinhangmanjake @blue-aconite @rosedurin but obviously anyone is free to join!

Word/Phrases below the cut!

Santa Claus

@number-0-iz w/ Jake Seresin

Reindeer

@garfield-mug w/ Jake Seresin

Sleigh

seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Cookies - Closed

@seresinhangmanjake w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@shinycupcakebaker w/ The Dagger Squad

@the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ Jake Seresin

Presents

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin

Merry Christmas, Dad by @seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Holly

Wreath

Christmas Lights

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Bradley Bradshaw

garfield-mug w/ Bob Floyd

Candle

the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ The Daggers

@bluezraven w/ Jake Seresin

Bow

@mamachasesmayhem w/ Jake Seresin

Jack Frost

Til the Summer Comes Again by @sailor-aviator w/ Bob Floyd

12 Days of Ficmas by @callsign-phoenix w/ Jake Seresin

Christmas Eve

@nicestgirlonline w/ Jake Seresin

Firefigher!Bradley by @jupitercomet w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Christmas Morning

Merry Christmas, Darlin by seresinsbrat w/ Bob Floyd

Mistletoe - Closed

goldenseresinretriever w/ Jake Seresin

number-0-iz w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Bob Floyd

Caroling

Scrooge - Closed

Have a Cup of Cheer by @dingochef w/ Jake Seresin

jupitercomet w/ Jake Seresin

number-0-iz w/ Bob Floyd

Elves

callsign-phoenix w/ Bob Floyd

Ornaments

callsign-phoenix w/ Jake Seresin

@myfaveficrecs w/ Bob Floyd

Bells

Jingle of the Bells by seresinhangmanjake w/ Jake Seresin

Stocking

@mikpieboo w/ Bob Floyd

Snowball

@a-reader-and-a-writer w/ The Dagger Squad

Chimney

a-reader-and-a-writer w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Eggnog

Baby, It's Cold Outside by @killthewhisperingart w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Candy Cane - Closed

@blackwidownat2814 w/ Jake Seresin

Candy Cane Kisses by aworldinsideaperson w/ Jake Seresin

Oh Baby, Baby Merry Christmas @callsigns-haze w/ Jake Seresin

Nutcracker

sailor-aviator w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Natasha Trace and Bob Floyd

Gingerbread

the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ Bob Floyd

bluezraven w/ Bob Floyd

Snow

@alegendoftomorrow w/ Natasha Trace

Hot Chocolate

@devil-angel-winchester w/ Jake Seresin

@shinycupcakebaker w/ Bob Floyd

Snowman

@its-the-pilot w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Nativity

Silent Night, Joyful Hearts by seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

@saltsicklover w/ Bob Floyd

Christmas Tree

sailor-aviator w/ Jake Seresin

Oh Christmas Tree by @rockstxr-x w/ Jake Seresin

Fireplace

saltsicklover w/ Jake Seresin

Delightful by @roosteraloha w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer

Coal

Midnight Mass

If December Never Ends by its-the-pilot w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Advent Calendar

Grinch

Ice Skating - Closed

alegendoftomorrow w/ the Dagger Squad

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Bradley Bradshaw

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

Pointsettia

Ribbon

Shephard

Sweater

goldenseresinretriever w/ Jake Seresin

Toys

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

Wrapping Paper

Chestnuts

"'Tis the Season"

"Merry Christmas"

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

"Bah, humbug!"

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Hiii! Love all your ninjago stuff!! For the match up event:

Ninjago, romantic, no gender pref. I'm AuDHD, I'm pretty pale with black hair, hazel eyes and I'm 5'4. I'm a huge hockey fan, I also love all things makeup and witchy things. For the drabble maybe a date night type thing with said character :)

I’m very glad you’ve been enjoying my content!! :D Now then, I match you with:

Cole Brookstone!!

Some headcanons:

He loves getting involved in your interests

He thinks you’re absolutely captivating when you get all passionate, plus he thinks you’re super talented

He’s totally supportive too; he’s more than happy to buy you things for your interests

Like matching keychains for your favorite hockey team!! (He wears his like a badge of honor)

On that note, you definitely get him hooked on the sport

He absolutely loves taking you to games, but he’ll settle for a night cuddled up on the couch while you watch the game on TV

He always requests matching makeup with your team’s colors, even if you’re just watching from home

He likes it when you do his makeup in general tbh, one, because he thinks you’re really skilled and he wants to get beautified, and two, because you have to get close to him to do it

He revels in your presence, mere inches away from his face, your breath on his cheek while you squint in concentration

As for your witchy interests, he totally comes to you for spells and things

He’s totally fascinated watching you work, and he’s amazed at the countless capabilities of modern witchcraft

Whether you’re at a hockey game or doing his makeup or preparing a spell, he asks a lot of questions

He’s just curious!! Plus he wants to see that passionate light in your eyes

He will perish if you return the favor, listening to his favorite soft rock bands, dancing with him, or helping him with a workout

(He loves to bench you if you let him)

Other than supporting each other’s interests, you guys are a pretty affectionate pair :)

Pet names are a must

His favorites for you are “sweetheart,” “babe,” and “magical boy/girl/person”

Also “dark one,” but that one’s more of a joke

He loves it when you call him “baby,” “honey bunch,” or “pumpkin”

I must also mention that he loves that you’re shorter than him,, he thinks it’s adorable

Drabble!!

“Hold still,” you giggled, trying to keep your hand steady while you applied lipstick to Cole’s lips. The huge grin he bore wasn’t really helping, but you somehow managed to keep the color on his lips and not the rest of his face, which was already decked out in your team’s colors.

Suddenly his beautified eyes flew open wide. He was looking past you at the TV. “The game’s starting!”

From your position straddling Cole’s lap, your back was to the TV, so you couldn’t see it. To remedy this, instead of allowing you to hop off and take your place beside him, Cole grabbed you by the hips and lifted you, turning you around to face the TV.

He planted you back on his lap, with your back pressed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

Between you and the TV was a table of mostly-eaten takeout from earlier; before you had settled on the couch to do Cole’s makeup. And now you were snuggled up close, watching the game with bated breath and sporadic cheering. You shared a long and passionate kiss when your team won.

You turned off the TV and eventually fell asleep on the couch, you still resting against Cole’s chest, Cole’s face still painted with makeup. You’d clean up later; now was snuggle time. Call it a celebration.

And a song!

Tear in My Heart (Twenty One Pilots)

Songs on the radio are okay

But my taste in music is your face

But it takes a song to come around

To show you how

…

My heart is my armor

She's the tear in my heart

She's a carver

She's a butcher with a smile

Cut me farther

Than I've ever been

Thanks for your support!! You seriously mean so much to me,, I hope this did you justice <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #cole brookstone #cole brookstone x reader #cole x reader

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by the way. i take headcanon/drabble/doodle requests for tøp. ONLY THE CHARACTERS. it's a good way for me to get the thoughts out of my head. just send an ask i'll very probably respond.

#twenty øne piløts #twenty one pilots #clancy #tyler #blurryface #spooky jim #josh #torchbearer #headcanons #drabble #doodle #requests open #writing requests #doodle requests #headcanon requests

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blurryface-never-left · 1 year

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Tyler had just up and disappeared one day, out of the camp, and knowing him, they all could conclude he was dragged back, but when days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, and not a single hint of him still being alive was made, they began to worry. The possibility that he may have fell victim to vialism brought immense grief to the Banditos, because nothing else could explain why no signs of him were made. If he was just brought back and had continued working under the City before he joined the Banditos, then someone would have saw him throughout the days, just as what happened the previous times he was brought back.

But his spot at his usual work station stayed empty.

Until one day, during the Annual Assemblage of Glorified, did the people of Dema enter the presence of a new Bishop. After months of only 8 bishops, the grief of losing Keons still heavy in his citizens hearts, witnessing 9 bishops entering the Ceremony hall once again brought chattering, forbidden during such a sacred moment. Bishop Nico had to give a stern demand of silence just to start the Ceremony.

After it had concluded, Nico had introduced the people of their new ruler who was to take over Keons district. A young, doe-eyed, blank faced man hid behind the veil attached to his newly donned red cloak. He stayed silent throughout the night, as Nico spoke for him.

"He's prepared to follow in the footsteps of the great leader before him, maintaining his part of our great City."

When news hit the camp of the new Bishop, the Banditos were a light with mix emotions. How, in such a short span of time, did they fill Keons role? It put a dent in their plans. How were they to take down 9 leaders if one was just going to be replaced before they could get rid of another one?

They had already began stirring up ideas on how to eliminate the new Bishop, concluding that, because he was relatively new, disposing him would be quicker than going after the seasoned Bishops.

But planning ceased when the worse news broke out. When the name of the new Bishop was released.

Bishop Tyler.

#drabble #textpost #Trench #Demaverse #Bishop!Tyler #Bishop!Clancy #I didn't realize I said Tyler instead of Clancy until I finished #am too tired to fix view it as whoever you want it to be i know some ppl see Ty and Clancy separately #I just woke up this was based off a dream and I had to write it down before I forgot #instead of Tyler is was me in the dream but we're not here for self indulgence #this is not proof-read I have to get ready for work now lmao #also-never raw dog a story in the tumblr drafts it sucks #write your work in a word doc and then copy paste it here you'll save yourself the trouble #top #tyler joseph #trench #josh dun #twenty one pilots

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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Frankie Morales Masterlist

all fics marked with * are explicit and are 18+ only—all minors interacting will be blocked

oneshots

power outage* — frankie and reader find a good way to kill time during a storm. 1.5k

blind dating show — reader finds herself in a local bar’s dating game-show, the contestants Will, Benny, and Frankie. only one man can walk away with the prize, and we all know the perfect pilot for the job. 2.5k

blind dating show p.II* — part two of ^ where reader accepts an invite to frankie’s barbecue. things get spicy. 3k

oblivious — reader and frankie are the best of friends until a fight on a camping trip reveals things that neither of them ever dared to admit. fluff follows. 3.7k

cabin in the woods* — frankie and reader decide to rent a cabin for the holiday, but neither realize they’re walking into a “haunted house” courtesy of the rest of the TF boys. 2.9k

i’ll be home for christmas* — Frankie comes home after a long month of work just in time for the holidays. 2.5k

a new friend (1/2) — reader gets lost in the woods and frankie shelters her from not only the storm, but her shitty relationship. 4k

when we were young — reader sees their ex, frankie, i’m a bar after five years. 2.5k

series

august* — frankie x ofc. Rebecca Herrera goes on her annual family vacation and meets a handsome stranger. Only problem is, that stranger just so happens to be twenty years older and her uncle’s close friend. (CANCELLED—WILL NOT UPDATE)

meet me in the hallway* — frankie x ofc. when Dylan Jones, the struggling owner of a start-up bakery, lucks out and finds a cheap room for rent, she finds more than she could have ever expected in her group of four male roommates: friends, family,…love? Follow along for a New Girl-inspired will they/won’t they to see if they in fact do! (CANCELLED—WILL NOT UPDATE)

ivy & stone* — victorian au!frankie x ofc/javi g x ofc. Lady Florence Bell lives an idyllic life—summers in the countryside, autumns in the city, a wealthy bloodline, and unparalleled beauty to top it all off. After having spent last summer in an affair with her family’s handyman and gardener, an older gentleman named Mr. Francisco Morales, Lady Florence is reluctant to join this season of Court, her heart already set on her secret lover. But when a famed painter and old family friend from Paris makes a rare appearance in London, Lady Florence is forced to face her old crush as an adult—and her competing affections.

drabbles

the addams family* — part of Spooktacular ‘22. frankie gets turned on by wife!reader in a morticia costume.

facetime movie night — part of Spooktacular ‘22.

christmas cookies — decorating christmas cookies w frankito.

dressing room tears — reader struggles with weight gain and finding jeans that fit her, frankie is there to remind her how beautiful she is.

i can take it* — edging with sub!frankie.

lost in love* — frankie likes the way you look beneath him.

just a dream — reader struggles with infertility and has a dream that feels frighteningly real.

caught* — reader is dating santi, but frankie urges her to tell him about their affair.

real love, baby —plus size!reader meets frankie in a bar. fluff fluff fluff.

EXTRAS

my frankie playlist

#frankie morales oneshot #triple frontier fanfic #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚2023 in review

i was thinking about doing a "year in review" but then i realized that's just. everything so far. so you could check out the ˗ˏˋ★ˎˊ˗masterlist ˗ˏˋ★ˎˊ˗ if that's what you want.

here's the highlight reel though!

fluff. smut-free, can usually be read platonically or romantically ✮ spice. explicit lines or references ✩ smut. abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ smut. detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

everyone's fave: ✩˚₊‧♡ Blackmail Material ♡‧₊˚✩ [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/3 parts | word count: 30,591. a classic tale of "that fuckin raccoon found your sex toy." post-endgame friends-to-lovers smut with feelings.

the one that started it all: ⋆｡°✩ The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl ✩°｡⋆ [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | | no use of y/n | f!reader | 5/5 visits | word count: 37,783. In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? who does that? when a stranger asks you to watch their stuff in a coffee shop, it's a holy obligation. x100 if it's a hot local space pilot trying to catch some Zs on the ferry. get in loser we're gonna fix it. first installment in the ⋆｡°✩ Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩°｡⋆ series. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride.

my very first kinktober!: °˖✧♡ kinktober 2023 ♡✧˖° [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 12 complete days | word count: varies. just a lot of raccoon smut (usually with feelings). mind the ao3 tags. minimal editing (ie, typos abound; concepts are superficial; in kinktober we say "fuck everything - including plot").

a fluffy anthology of eight oneshot reminders: ✩࿐࿔take what you need [COMPLETE / ONGOING] ✮ fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: varies. the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good). this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡

my (current) personal fave oneshot: adorations 𖥔 ݁˖⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 4,518. you have a habit of complimenting rocket. he decides to give you plenty of reasons to keep doing so. aka rocket has a praise kink and no-one can convince me otherwise. mcu-based smut with feeeeelings. set sometime shortly after volume two. dirty talk, (light) biting, (light) degradation, use of slut as a term of endearment. fast-burn enemies-to-lovers & angst with a happy/hopeful ending. praise kink, obviously. part of ⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧₊ ☽ anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

other notables! let me love your OCs ˗ˋˏ♡ˎˊ˗ ✩ over fifteen pieces of fanart for fellow gotg fans!

˚₊‧✶headcanons & minifics✶‧₊˚ [COMPLETE / ONGOING] ✮ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | complete | word count: varies. twenty-two headcanons, minifics, & drabbles! mostly fluffy, sometimes angsty.

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ* ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 23/27 chapters | wip | word count: pending. 23 of 27 chapters in this longform fic (to be completed this february!)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 2024 aspirations

january

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ Chapter XXIV & XXV ❤︎❤︎

florescence❀, chapter four year three: flowering. ❤︎

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. just buy the damn thing already & it's fuckin' laundry day.

february

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ Chapter XXVI & XXVII [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

florescence❀, chapter five year four: formation. ❤︎❤︎

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. get some frickin' sunshine. ✮

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall, part one: planting. ✩

march

florescence❀, chapter six year five: dispersal. [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. have you taken your meds today? ✮

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall, part two: ripening. ❤︎

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ eavesdropper ₊˚✧𑁍*:･ oneshot. ❤︎❤︎

april

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall, part three: plucking. [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

real *ੈ✩༄‧₊˚ oneshot. rating TBD

꧁:･☁︎ ⋆. cicatrix ⋆. ☁︎ :･꧂ part one & two. ❤︎❤︎

may

꧁:･☁︎ ⋆. cicatrix ⋆. ☁︎ :･꧂ part three & four. ❤︎❤︎

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ oneshot. ✮

june

꧁:･☁︎ ⋆. cicatrix ⋆. ☁︎ :･꧂ part five & six. [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

untitled⋆｡°✩ Domestic Scenes (aka Sweatshirt Girl) ✩°｡⋆"finale" [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

july

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers (practice expansion) parts one & two [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned ▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ begins? [LONGFORM / SLOWBURN].

august

sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ (sunshine expansion) unknown parts. ❤︎❤︎

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned ▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ begins? [LONGFORM / SLOWBURN].

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thekadster · 2 years

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cliquetober day 8: piano (a twenty one pilots drabble)

Fandom: Twenty One Pilots

Word Count: 426

Trigger Warnings: None!

Author’s Notes: Tried giving a crack at Cliquetober and writing something, I'll probably write more for the succeeding days :0

❝ Tyler didn't know when he'd last seen his piano. It had no place in DEMA.

Part of him didn't want to make music for the Bishops, but who was he to disobey? ❞