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cherryheartssblog · 3 months

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DON’T BLAME ME

Summary: based on Taylor Swift’s Don’t Blame Me. Y/N L/N has always struggled with relationships. She thought she found her Prince Charming with each guy she dated. Each one ended up in disaster until Negan Smith came along.

Warnings: 18+, smut, Taylor Swift song (maybe a warning to some folks), the song uses the imagery of using drugs, fluff, aftercare! Dom! Negan, description of rough sex, age gap (the reader is in the late 20s and Negan is in later 40s), reader has a heavy dating history!, mentions of cheating, reader! is a high school teacher!, cursing!, semi! public sex ( they have sex at the school), slight sir kink, unprotected sex, reader does not a have fully description (does wear glasses and skirts), daddy kink!, quickie sex!, and not fully edited!

A/N: Boarder is by me🥰, it’s not perfect but I have been playing with them on Picsart. I found the reputation snake on google! It’s a pretty short one shot and mainly just straight smut, not too much of a story.

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

Y/N always felt that she would eventually find the right person for her. She understood it might take some time, but she didn't know how long it would take. Y/N had been in many relationships with various men, some lasting for a few years while others lasted only a few months or weeks. Y/N felt embarrassed about some of her past relationships and sometimes cringed at the memories of those she had been with.

I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and

Toyin' with them older guys

Just playthings for me to use

Y/N's life took a dramatic turn after graduating from college. She discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her with one of her closest friends, shattering her heart into a million pieces. Determined to start afresh, she moved away from her old town to start a new life. She landed a teaching job at a local high school, where she met some amazing friends who made her life vibrant and exciting. With her new-found positivity and zest for life, Y/N is now living the life of her dreams!

Something happened for the first time, in

The darkest little paradise

Shakin, pacin', I just need you

Y/N's heart skipped a beat when she met Negan Smith, the charming PE teacher who had every female teacher vying for his attention. Despite the distractions, Y/N was drawn to him, and fate brought them together at a Halloween Party in the local gym. As they escorted the event, they found themselves sharing more than just a punch bowl, and their connection was electric.

Y/N knew her class would tease her, and they continued later on until the Winter Formal Dance. Negsn finally asked her to go for a drink after both chaperoning the dance. That night was memorable, not just catching kids doing it in the parking lot but doing it in the parking lot with Negan herself.

Negan made her feel more alive, giving her something she’d never felt. The way he pounded her in the backseat of his truck outside the school after everyone had left after getting them a drink at a local bar in town. Y/N had never been cared for like that, especially the first time with someone. He treated her like a queen and touched her in all the right places.

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say, "She's gone too far this time"

Y/N and Negan finally officially started dating after the New Year and Valentine's Day was approaching. It was their first one together. Y/N was never a big fan of the holiday, but Negsn wanted to make it memorable for her. Sadly the day fell on a school day, and the school was filled with horny teenagers. Y/N and Negan were just horny teenagers themselves if you looked closely. The way they shared glances in the hallway during breaks. They would be eating each other alive.

Y/N wanted Negan took take her into his office, throw her over his desk, and fuck her until it broke underneath her. She would do anything for this man; he was her true love, and Y/N knew it as well as Negan did.

2:57PM

Finally, the kids left the building, most lingering, waiting on rides or meeting with other teachers. Y/N was grading a few tests from a few days ago; she’d been entirely behind. She was distracted, and Y/N knew exactly what the distraction was, too.

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

Y/N's heart was racing as she frantically flipped through the answer key, trying to find the correct answers. The room was messy, with papers and tests scattered over her desk. Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up and saw Negan, the handsome coach from her last class, standing in the doorway. He was still dressed in gym clothes, his muscles bulging under his shirt. With a sly smile, he scanned over her, and she felt herself getting lost in his piercing gaze.

He looked hot in anything..

Her lips pierced, tapping her pencil against her desk. “What do you need, Mr. Smith?” Y/N played innocently; she’d been teasing all day. She wore Negan’s favorite outfit, that skirt that hugged her curves. She dressed with that white button top tucked in, letting her ass be out. It was so tempting for Negsn to go up and slap it all day. Negan could have grabbed her at any moment, thrown her in any classroom, and made her cock drunk on a teacher's desk.

Negan was utterly smitten with this woman and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. She was his ultimate dream girl, and he couldn't resist the urge to see her. As he shut the door behind him, the blind on her window quickly came down. The younger woman's heart raced as she watched Negan slowly make his way towards her, causing her to tense up with anticipation.

Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach as Negan approached her. "What the hell are you thinking?" he asked, his eyes growing darker. Y/N stood up from her rolling chair and touched his chest to stop him. "Not here, Negan," she said. "Even if you want to, I have a lot of tests to grade."

Negan chuckled. It was a darker laugh. His hand grabbed hers that rested on his chest. Y/N tried to pull away, but he gripped her hand from leaving his side. “Negan, baby,” Y/N breathed out; she knew she was getting turned on, “We don’t need to do this.”

Negan bit his lip in desire, pushing her to the wall behind her. It was with force that Negan’s hands wrapped around her throat, his lips crashing into hers. “You know you want to, baby.” Negan’s voice could have made her legs tremble. His hands went to her legs, raising her tighter skirt. Y/N’s eyes moved to the door; luckily, the windows in her classroom blinds were closed. Negsn had the skirt resting on her upper hips, her panties out to see.

My name is whatever you decide

And I'm just gonna call you mine

I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby)

Negan had his forehead resting against hers, and his eyes could not move away from hers. “Fuck me, sir,” Y/N giggled, pointing over to her desk, “throw me over my desk and fuck me.” Negan grabbed her, wrapping her around him. She squealed, and Negan cut her off by pulling her into another kiss. His lips moved with hers perfectly, slamming the papers she had been grading onto the ground. He laid her down on the wooden desk, wrapping her legs around him.

He pulled down her skirt, throwing his shorts to the side. Y/N tried to keep quiet, but Negsn and her could not get caught. “You gonna be quiet for daddy?” Negan whispered in her ear, unbuttoning her too slowly. With each pop, Y/N's nails dug more deeply into the side of her desk. She knew it would leave indents.

“Yes, Daddy, we need to be quick,” Y/N muttered. Negan got her bent over on her desk. Y/N had her ass up as Negan fucked her from behind. Pushing her face into the desk, Y/N had her hand covering her moans. Negan kept his groans quiet, sweat forming on top of his forehead.

Negan’s chest rested on her bare back, whispering in her ear. “You’re mine, y’know, sweetheart,” Negan was driving her crazy, her pussy clenched around his cock, “You’re making me crazy.” Negan’s thrust was getting sloppier, Y/N’s eyes closed. His words were growing butterflies in his stomach. It felt so overstimulating. She barely was taking everything when Negan started playing with her clit.

“I’m yours.” Y/N moaned out, which made Negan smile ear to ear.

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

Negan felt himself growing closer, his hands digging deeper into Y/N's sides. The way her ass was bouncing on his cock, drew his attention, feeling himself seconds away from coming inside her perfect pussy. Everything about her was for him, made just for him. “I’m about to come inside you, doll.” Negan felt himself come inside of her, continuing his thrust slower. He was trying to catch his breath, and he knew Y/N was close. He knew her body like the back of his hand.

I get so high, oh

Every time you're, every time you're lovin' me

You're lovin' me

Trip of my life, oh

Every time you're, every time you're touchin' me

You're touchin' me

“Come around my cock, baby,” Negan commanded her, and right after his sentence, he could feel Y/N break underneath him. He covered her mouth, feeling the vibrations of her moans against his palm. “That’s right, that’s my girl.” Negan praised her, kissing her neck gently.

Y/N couldn't resist the thrill of being with Negan. With every move he made, her heart raced faster and faster. He was the adventure she had been waiting for, the man of her dreams who made her feel alive. Y/N had been searching for someone like him for ages - someone who would treat her like royalty, shower her with affection, and make her feel like the most important person in the world. With Negan, she finally found what she had been looking for.

“I’d do anything for you, Negan.” Y/N slipped her skirt back on, standing on her tiptoes, her lips meeting his. “Yeah, it seems, sweetheart,” Negan laughed, getting his clothes back on, “We just fucked in your classroom.” Y/N snickered at his comment, pulling her hair from her buttoned white shirt. “Love made me a little crazy.” Y/N teased; Negan playfully grabbed her, causing her to laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Now let me take you on that special Valentine's date, crazy girl.”

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right (doin' it right, no)

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

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celestialscatterbrain · 6 months

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1. Pick a Card Reading

What is spooking them from advancing this connection?

Spooky season edition- in honor of Halloween weekend! Take what resonates and abandon all that doesn't. This is my very first collective reading, so feedback would be much appreciated! I am using the Darkside Skeleton Tarot deck and the Romance Angels oracle cards for this reading! Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and choose the deck you gravitate to! Left pile is pile 1, middle pile is pile 2, and the pile on the right is pile 3.

Pile 1-

Cards pulled: Ten of Cups, Ace of Cups, The Magician, Six of Cups, Death, Queen of Pentacles, Page of Cups, and King of Swords

Oracle Cards: "Express your love," "Very soon," and "Heart to Heart Conversations"

Ahhhh, pile 1! This is by far the sweetest pile of the bunch. I actually don't sense much fear at all on their behalf. The lack of progress most likely stems from finding the optimal timing to express their real feelings and plans for this connection's progression. They want to find the right words to say. They want to do things "the right way." They have a romantic side, and appreciate the idea of courting. They want to start off properly so that this connection could have a crack-free, sturdy foundation to support you two through the long-run. They don't perceive this union as one to take lightly. There might be an expectation that this is a relationship meant to last, so we have to get it right before we even begin. I get the sense that they will be very protective of you, and pick up on changes in your emotional state very easily. They are intelligent and well-spoken. I feel like you two might be a little different, but in a way that is complimentary. They can respect you as someone who is at their level, or shares similar values. I think they like how you two would look as a couple in terms of your appearances. They get a lot of satisfaction out of making you blush, or flirting with you. I feel like they wanted to approach you in a romantic context as soon as they first saw you. They might be the type to like to get you flowers. They want this to be emotionally enriching for you both. I see a lot of tenderness and being able to genuinely relax around one another. Your presences might be very soothing to one another, so spending time with one another feels better than not. I don't see it being unhealthy or codependent with this pile. They aren't loud and boisterous, and don't need to intentionally command attention to show their dominance or confidence in a room full of people. Maybe you two met in school, or have childhood friends in common? High school sweethearts, maybe? I feel like they might like to watch sports, or perhaps even play them. You or them might perceive the other as "dreamy." I wouldn't be surprised if one or both of you might have Pisces, Scorpio, or Cancer placements (especially pisces for some reason), but maybe even Aries. I feel like they smell good, and their perfume or cologne lingering on you after you see them fills you with butterflies. I also think butterflies might be important to someone in this connection. You like the way they dress. They come off as clean and hygienic. I feel like for some, they grew up financially comfortable or well-off. They might have been taught to be chivalrous. If this is a man, there is something about his energy that reminds me of Conrad from The Summer I Turned Pretty. I think you two might really enjoy drives together, and giggling in the car. I can see someone sharing their hoodie with the other. They might enjoy your music taste or not mind it, even if it is different than theirs. You might have a deeper connection to music than them. if this reading resonates so far, I would just give it time to unfold organically and enjoy the present.

Pile 2-

Cards pulled: 8 of Swords, 4 of Cups, The Sun, The Fool, 6 of Wands, Judgment, Knight of Pentacles, The Devil

Oracle Cards: "Healing Family Issues," "Love yourself first," and "Separation"

This is easily the most chaotic and confusing pile. This person seems extremely inconsistent, and seems to change quicker than the moon. I get air sign energy from this pile though, especially Libra energy. I don't think they necessarily have bad intentions, but they don't awaken the most positive feelings in you. I think this person tends to get a little ahead of themselves because they are so full of thoughts they can't fully interpret themselves. They think something is a great idea, get super motivated, and then all of a sudden refuses to act or changes their mind. Their flame shines super bright, but burns out quick. I think some of these people might be suffering from addiction or is an escapist. They might have family issues that have really affected them and their adult relationships. If that isn't the case, for a select few of you, you can possibly be dealing with someone who has a family with someone else that they cannot abandon to be with you without causing massive upheaval and chaos in their life. This person is pretty up and down. They might come off as the life of the party, but inside are jumbling a lot of unspoken feelings. They need to learn to love themselves first before they can properly give you the love and commitment they need. I recommend giving this person space to collect themselves. They are not thinking clearly, and might be acting impulsively and carelessly to see what fills a void. They are trying to seek joy and gratification, and want to make sure they aren't making the wrong decision and depriving themselves of the solace they are searching for. They need to sit down and reflect on a lot. Despite making rash decisions, I see they are also really scared of making mistakes that will cast judgment on them. They might overcommit to plans with friends so that they can avoid their inner wounds (I feel like they are kind of popular too). They can be in the middle of some sort of spiral, and it is best to not get too wrapped up in their tornado. "I also hear that they don't trust themselves." I see them as someone who is financially frivolous. All of this isn't to say that they do not care about you as a person, but they might be too wrapped up in discovering themselves to truly give you the intimacy and stability you might crave. Give them time to come back down to Earth.

Pile 3-

Cards pulled: 9 of Pentacles, The Hermit, 7 of Cups, 5 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, The Emperor, The High Priestess, The Lovers

Oracle Cards: "Forgiving and learning," "Romantic feelings," "Honeymoon"

Pile 3! For some reason, I can't stop thinking about this person as being a little bit on the alt side. Maybe they have wavy/curly/or messy hair and it is one of the things you find the most attractive about them. They might skate, or look like they skate I feel like? They look like a "sad boy" or maybe an "e-girl" depending on what gender you are inquiring about. I feel like they might like to read a lot, or are starting to get into reading. They give me Aries energy, or maybe another fire sign. I think their fears on furthering this connection with you comes from fears of not being good enough or fear of rejection. I think this person is going through changes and re-evaluating their past mistakes and tendencies so that they can become a more stable and mature version of themselves. I think they are a hopeless romantic at heart, but they are also someone who requires a lot of reassurance. I think they need to spend a lot of time with you before they can feel comfortable expressing their feelings because they are constantly trying to read the vibe of the room. They might be extremely self-aware or sensitive to their environment to the point it can become really overwhelming to them to process so much at once. They might be the type to ruminate on the things they said to someone once they leave that social interaction. I think they might be waiting for you to give them a definite sign first before confessing their feelings so that they know they are not crazy and misreading the dynamic. I feel like they might have a small circle of friends, but they are super important to them. I think they find you to be gentle. They might love to daydream a lot. They get lost in their thoughts and forget time is passing that they don't really make a move. They might be assertive and quick-witted in other situations, but not so much in love. They might be the type to enjoy watching romantic comedies with you. They want a relaxed love. They are a softy, I feel like. I also wouldn't be surprised if they also have Pisces or Taurus placements. Maybe they were born in June, or June is an important month for you two? They would not want to share you with anyone else, and would want to make sure you have feelings for absolutely no one but them. They will not handle that heartbreak well, and will lament on it for a very long time. They think very deeply and ponder as well. If it is a man, I can sense them being in tune with their feminine side. They also might be very intuitive. I feel like they will defend the ones they love with every ounce of their being. Introducing you to their friends might be a bigger gesture than you think. I think they just need to work on their confidence. Reassurance is big in this pile. I think they like to watch and admire you, and appreciate your physical beauty.

-D

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 1 month

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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (14)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 /

Created: February 9th, 2024

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Baby It's Cold Outside-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Katniss needs help on a cold night and the only person she can get on the phone is Peeta, a guy she's had a couple classes with. He's more than willing to come to the rescue!

Cheese Buns and Garlic Cakes-winryofresembool (ao3) Summary: Peeta finally gets a chance to talk with his childhood crush when she shows up at his door to sell some ingredients for his pastries.

If We Met Up at Midnight-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: Had the messenger arrived a day earlier, he would have been greeted by a yellow flag above our door, and had to turn back, summons undelivered. The odds, however, are not in my favor.

In the Background-deinde_prandium (ao3) Summary: "But every so often he’ll touch her hand, or brush a wisp of hair out of her face, or something equally intimate that makes her feel like her heart is going to stop, and she has to to remind herself of where she is. Either this Peeta guy is flirting with her, or he’s too good of an actor to be doing BG gigs." Katniss and Peeta are movie extras who meet on a film set. Based on a tumblr prompt.

Intimate Bystander-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss said it was just for the cameras. Gale believed her until he discovered she screams for Peeta in the night. In the days before the Quarter Quell, Gale finds out there’s more to Katniss’s relationship with Peeta than she’s led him to believe. In-Panem, mostly Canon. Everlark Fic Exchange, Springtime Edition, Prompt 1 – Gale walks in on/eavesdrops/overhears Everlark being intimate.

Okay. Sure. If You Want To.-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: “You’ve never even touched yourself?”

Positive-rarepairheathen (ao3) Summary: In AU Panem after Katniss winner of the 74th reality TV show “The Hunger Games” she finds herself in a world of trouble.

Reunion-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: A kidnapped but not hijacked District 13 Everlark reunion

Strange Things Did Happen Here-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: In The Hanging Tree Universe-Katniss seeks out Haymitch for answers.

The Oktoberfest Effect-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Prompt: Town boys (drunk?) dare each other to venture into woods (Halloween night? [Oktoberfest]). Katniss saves Peeta (from peacekeepers? storm?) by pulling him into a cave for the night. (Drunk Peeta talks too much and is cuddly?) by @567inpanem for Seasons of Everlark on Tumblr.

#t #teen and up masterlist #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #thglibrary masterlist

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remidyal · 5 months

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Bad Ideas of the Day, part 5, Even Worse Edition

It's time for my monthly-ish roundup of my regular bad ideas of the day from the D20 fanfic discord! Last month's is available here and has links back to all the prior ones because now there's too many for me to be bothered direct linking here!

As usual, these are a mix of fantasy high and other D20 prompts and are open for anyone who wants to do something with them, though I appreciate letting me know because I wanna read it!

Bad idea of the day, class swap (but not like that) edition: Due to a clerical error - namely, their cleric signed them up for it - all of the bad kids have to attend each other's classes for a week, resulting in Fabian sitting through a Worlds Religion lecture, Kristen doing her -3 Dex best to sneak around in rogue classes, Gorgug going to the bard classes that Fig never actually went to, Riz doing his best to remember everything Adaine's ever mentioned about how wizarding works, Fig faking fighting instead of raging for once, and Adaine trying to pass off her furious fist as just being how her anger manifests

Bad idea of the day, abc edition: In the village of Happly, at the harvest festival, Pinnochio enters his infamous bubblegum and whiskey pie and gets himself run out of town by a mob of angry villagers

Bad Idea of the Day, Toxic Masculinity is Undead edition: The adventurers of Solace are well aware of Halloween, because every year on that date the soulless corpses of villains slain in the past year rise again to chase after their killers. Can Fabian keep ahead of both Zombie Penelope Everpetal and Zombie Bill Seacaster?

Bad idea of the day, Figueroth Faeth's Day Off edition: Receiving notification halfway through junior year that one more unexcused absence is going to result in her being expelled, Fig drags her friends into a heist to break into the school, fake her attendance record and show that she's been there the whole time.

Bad Idea of the Day, Drama Edition: It turns out that there's a reason that Aguefort has a theater department. Once every hundred years, a performance must be put on that is quote truly moving unquote lest the school be destroyed, and it turns out that Riz is fated to play the heroine of the most recent attempt. Can the Bad Kids teach him to not botch his lines or hide under the stage?

Bad idea of the day, not all cats are good cats: Puss in Boots must fight off a new contender for children's hearts and minds as the trickster cat du dour. Can he successfully murder this strange cat and his lame rhymes and thing-like minions to keep his throne, or will he be the first to fall to seussian influences?

Bad idea of the day, death stalks you edition: Adaine starts sending out Solstice cards to people who annoy her throughout the year with prophecies of their deaths. Most of them she just makes up, but one or two are genuine every year just to mix things up.

Bad idea of the day, World's Greatest Detective edition: Riz is asked to solve a murder that seems to have all the classic detective tropes he truly loves involved; it's only partway through that he realizes that Fabian, with their friends' help, has staged it because they were all worried about Riz getting bored and spiraling between quests.

Bad idea of the day, I know Halloween was two days ago but I rewatched in the mouth of madness recently edition: The Bad Kids come to realize they are being controlled by mysterious and unknowable forces, and reach a decision: To cut off the flow of evil into the world, they are going to need to find and kill whatever a 'DM' is.

Bad idea of the day, I think we've all learned some valuable lessons here edition: The Dream Team realizes some kind of truly awful existence is sweeping over new york, in which every conversation and conflict ends with everyone having picked up a seemingly valuable but really quite shallow moral to the tale; they eventually figure out that it is in fact an attempt by a powerful sorcerer to turn the world into an after school special on this, a very special episode of The Unsleeping City.

Bad idea of the day, No Really A Starstruck ODYSSEY edition: The crew take a smash and grab job investigating missing people near a remote outpost, and discover a mad scientist conducting strange experiments but also offering great hospitality and food. Can the crew of the Wurst figure everything out before the more foolish of them (gunnie) end up as pigs?

Bad idea of the day, just how sure are you about this new god edition: In the summer before junior year, Fig and the Sig Figs record a music video for their new smash single. Watching it for the first time, Saint Kristen Applebees notices something in the video that noone else seems to be able to see: A familiar tabaxi, hanging out in the crowd watching the concert.

Bad idea of the day, that gum you like is going to come back in style edition: Fig at last discovers Porter's one flaw that makes him a truly intimidating barbarian with an unstoppable rage: Students putting chewed gum onto the bottom of their desks.

Bad idea of the day, ashes to ashes edition: Tired of Fig's chainsmoking cloves, Jawbone and Tracker stage an intervention to maybe at least talk her into some sort of rebellious vice that doesn't stink up the home of two werewolves with strong senses of smell at least

Bad idea of the day, my frog is real and so is magic edition: Adaine grows up without spellcasting ability at all until on the morning she starts at Aguefort, when on her way walking to school she runs across a frog who offers her magical powers she might be able to use to improve her life.

Bad Idea of the Day, You Wouldn't Steal a Car edition: Seeking to impress his father, Fabian gets into Solace's new age of piracy, selling illegal copies of movies, music and apps throughout Elmville. Will the lawsuits catch up to him in the end, or can his amass a horde of treasure suitable for a Seacaster?

Bad idea of the day, unfamiliar edition: At Some Point in the future, Jayhson feels a magical tug from afar and appears due to the whims of one of these 'humans' who has summoned a familiar. Can he kill this whizzered and get back to his family?

Bad idea of the day, I shot the Sheriff edition: Riz wakes up one fine morning in his office to discover Agent Angela Worrel came knocking in the night, and one of the traps his paranoid ass has set up for his office has killed her. Can he cover up this capital offense, or will Worrel finally succeed, posthumously, in getting at least one Bad Kid in jail long term?

Bad idea of the day, foreseeable problems edition: The Hangman gets impounded due to a series of unpaid parking tickets, leading Fabian to argue that the Hangman should count as a pet and not a vehicle. This results in him also getting tickets for having his dog off the leash.

Bad idea of the day, Heaven or Hell edition: Following an unfortunate but hopefully temporary death, Figueroth Faeth finds herself at the center of a dispute between the planes that threatens a war, as Hell wants its archdevil but Rock Heaven insists that they have a claim to everyone who has a rock album go platinum. Will this begin a true battle of the bands?

Bad idea of the day, I admit these are getting weirder edition: The bad kids wake up one morning in the midst of a campaign designed by just the worst kind of a DM, with railroaded sidequests, boring samey npcs, and combat every six feet. Can they figure out what's going on and escape back to Spyre before rocks fall and they all die?

Bad idea of the day, Lost Things and Misfit Toys edition: Irritated as hell at the blue fairy after ending up a puppet again, Pinocchio turns not to his new stepmother for power but instead someone else who dislikes the blue fairy, someone else who believes in the occasional misdirection, someone who is pretending to be the blue fairy's sister…. one "Gwendolyn Thistlehop".

Bad idea of the day, the WORST fusion edition: After she goes on a mission trip to parts unknown, all of the bad kids notice that Kristen is acting… odder than normal. This is because (burrow's end spoiler!) she's being piloted by chipmunks, of course.

#fantasy high #burrows end #a starstruck odyssey #never after #dimension 20 #fanfic #prompts

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kazutora-lover · 2 years

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Title: Snippets Of Valhalla Arc

actor!TR cast x gn!reader

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Genre: actor!au, fluff, humor/comedy, platonic relationship with the cast

Summary: Being the regisseur of the 'bloody halloween' showdown, y/n has a lot of stories to tell. The cast likes to play around a lot and y/n fears they're not strict enough.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of (fake) blood, mentions of (fake) weapons, mentions of (fake) death —» if you didn't read/watch the halloween showdown and don't want to be spoiled, please don't proceed to read!

Notes: the cast members are actually in their 20's - they are made younger in this arc with the help of effects and editing.

Word count: ≈ 800

a/n: thought it would be nice to write something soothing for our souls lol. What do you mean this isn't how it really happened? Also, please keep in mind that these are only parts of the arc, I'm aware that there is way more to it ^^

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Actors.. you would think they take their task very seriously. Sigh, well, watch them prove you wrong.

The moment you set a foot onto the set, you knew something was bound to happen. Sometimes you wondered if they took their roles a little bit too close to heart. On a good day, half of the cast members would arrive on time, and on a bad day? You didn't want to elaborate.

Your cast arrived just a few hours after a disaster occurred, literally. "Can you guys at least pretend to be on time, please?"

"Sorry y/n, we had to help Ran with his hair, he accidentally switched his hair dye with Rindou's." one of your cast members had said. It was Takashi. To say that you were at a loss of words was an understatement, you were sure you temporarily lost your non-vulgar vocabulary. Though, you didn't want to show it.

"So what you're trying to say is, that you guys are 2 hours late because you helped Ran with his hair, even though he will only be seen for like two seconds?" Your facial expression was unreadable and it slightly scared the man who plays the role of the little brother of Ran Haitani.

Don't get him wrong, he didn't fear for his life or anything, he knew you would and could never be overly strict with them but he still didn't like the way your voice changed its tone when you scolded them. Why? Because their fictional selves carry the same names as they do privately. Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani? They're brothers in the show as much as they are brothers in real life. So they couldn't really ignore the sensation of you using their government names.

"I know that I told you guys to stop taking your roles to heart and that you should separate acting and real life but Ran, for the love of god, please learn from your fictional self and take care of your hair.." Frustrated, you felt frustrated. Was it evident in your voice? You hoped it was because you needed to prove a point here.

This time another voice spoke up, "Y/n, if you give me permission to shave his head the next time, I'm sure we'll never be late again!" "Haru you fucker, don't make it sound like it's my fault y'all are late all the time."

Now, how were you supposed to stay serious with these idiots? "Enough! Just make sure to work on your time management and Haitani, you might want to borrow Rin's glasses next time. You know? To avoid making the same mistake." And to make sure he understood where you were coming from, you stuck your tongue out at him before shooing him away.

Now, the good thing about being a regisseur is, that you get to decide which scenes get filmed first. Professional mode on and go. "Keisuke, Chifuyu, are you guys ready for your scene?" It didn't take long before both of them simultaneously answered with a giggly "Yes!"

Things were getting intense. Baji rested in Chifuyu's arms and the latter was crying his eyes out dramatically to portray the loss of a close friend. He looked so vulnerable, so hurt and desperate for Baji to stay awake, to stay alive but said man couldn't even move a single inch anymore. His last words have been spoken and soon followed a big trail of blood that ran out of his mouth, but wait, where was the blood?

"Cuuuuuuut!"

This time it wasn't you who complained, it was Chifuyu who took that role off your shoulders. "Keisuke you idiot, you weren't supposed to swallow the blood."

It was a sight to behold. Chifuyu scolding a not so dead Baji with almost dried fake tears decorating his cheeks. Only to find his supposed-to-be-super-dead friend laughing, moving his with fake blood tinted lips into a grin.

Yeah no, they were indeed not ready.

As for the others? They couldn't contain their laughter anymore, finding the mistake of their colleague and friend way too amusing to be able to stay serious any second longer.

Kazutora decided to voice out what everyone thought of. "Keisuke, if you were thirsty you could've said so. No need to drink our props." "Shut up Tora, you killed me!"

As if on cue, Shin butted in "Me too!"

"Keep it down old man, at least you get to play the role of the ghost Keisuke is going to see before he dies."

How were you supposed to make the audience cry, scream, wail or punch the air when your actors were just a bunch of clowns?

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x gn!reader #tokrev #tokyo revengers valhalla arc #tokyo revengers actor!au #kazutora-lover

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themousefromfantasyland · 6 months

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Journey Through the Disneyverse: Halloween Edition 🎃

I practically had to do one more after watching Disney's most iconic Halloween property. Yes, I'm speaking of Hocus Pocus. And no, I won't review Nightmare Before Christmas. You can fight me later, but I consider that more a Christmas film than a Halloween film.

Hocus Pocus (1993)

I never watched this as a kid, so I am not blinded by Nostalgia when I say this is one of the best Halloween movies of all time.

I was having problems getting into the Halloween mood this year. College stress and the depressing headlines were huge factors. But this movie put me in the mood immediately.

It's extremely funny, campy, colorful. It represents the fun, mischief, and magic that I always associated with the Halloween season.

The Sanderson Sisters are Queer icons. I Put A Spell on You It's such a contagious scene. They are the closest thing straight cis women will ever come to drag queens.

The film also has a huge heart to it, something that fans don't talk too much about. From the colonial teenage boy who watched his young sister be MURDERED by the Sanderson Sisters and was cursed to be an immortal cat, to the oldest son having to assume a protective role over his young sister. As an older brother who loves to death his annoying young sister, this hit me in the feels.

And to my last point, the film has a strange mature humor that doesn't quite fit Disney. Sometimes it makes me chuckle, and sometimes it makes me cringe. What's it with all the cast shaming a 14-year-old for not having sex?

Hocus Pocus 2 (2022)

I struggled to get through this one.

This reminded me a little of Disenchanted, being both unnecessary sequels that aren't as good as the originals. But while Disenchanted is campy and has enough original ideas to justify its existence, this film is completely transfixed with the original to do anything original.

Even the few original ideas this have, like showing the Sandersons as kids, or they wanting revenge on the town's mayor because he is a descendant of the Reverend that tried to take them apart, or the protagonists being semi young witches, are very underutilized and not very well executed all together.

It's sad, because I feel like there are elements to make a decent, or at least, watchable sequel here.

Heck, the main trio is back, and they are giving their best, but they are so tired, and the script isn't helping.

@ariel-seagull-wings @thealmightyemprex @tamisdava2 @princesssarisa @angelixgutz @the-blue-fairie @natache

#disney #halloween #journey through the disneyverse #hocus pocus

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Tricky Treats

Book: Open Heart, Book 1 Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: Teen Category: Fluff/ Halloween Summary: Kaycee laments forgoing her Halloween plans when a lucrative opportunity arrives, but the evening turns out better than expected. Words: 1500 A/N: This was for a Halloween Ask I received where Person A is hearing scary noises while being home alone and calls Person B to help them “survive in this haunted house.” I changed it up just a little to make it fit for Ethan & Kaycee during the intern year. I'm not sure I did it justice, but I hope you enjoy it. I didn't have time to edit, so please be forgiving! :) A/N 2: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge - Spooktober - Haunted / @choicesficwriterscreations Naughty & Nice Event (Nice Prompt highlighted below) / @choicesflashfics - "I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this"

“Come on, come on!” Kaycee anxiously dialed another number; desperation was setting in. “Please answer, please!” Voicemail…again. “Damn it!”

As the storm outside continued to rage, a deafening thunderclap left her trembling in a corner. Sitting in an unfamiliar home, with a blanket pulled up to her nose as if it were a protective shield, was not how she had envisioned spending her first Halloween in Boston. Her friends were scattered about the city living their best lives and having far too much fun to answer her calls. She was lamenting her decision to house-sit for Dr. Laverty. But when the elderly doctor said the gig paid five hundred dollars, it was music to the struggling intern's ears. She’d have to miss some parties on occasion, she reasoned. It was the adult thing to do! But as she frantically searched her phone, thinking of anyone who might join her. She felt like anything but an adult.

Her last hope was Elijah. He was working a late shift and hadn’t headed to a party yet. Maybe she could convince him to join her instead of heading to Donahue’s for fun and revelry. The old wooden floorboards mysteriously creaked again as a lightning bolt filled the room with an eerie purple light. She nervously hit his name on her contact list… convince nothing. She would gladly give him the entire five hundred dollars Laverty was paying her if he’d just come over… bribery was officially on the table. As the phone rang, another thunderclap struck, and a harrowing screech came from the alley below.

Kaycee dropped her phone to the floor as she jumped from the chair where she had sought refuge. She rushed to the window to see what had caused the horrible noise, forgetting about her call to Elijah. She peered out the window to see a stray cat scurrying away and caught her breath.

“OK, OK. Kaycee, calm down. You’re going to be OK. It’s just a storm, and you’re just in a creepy old townhome that hasn’t had guests since 1972. There is nothing to be frightened of. You’re just…. AAAGGGHH!!!”

The wind howled, a door slammed, and Kaycee let out a little scream before bursting into tears. She just wanted to be home, where she felt safe. The discarded phone on the floor began to ring.

“FINALLY!” she sighed; someone would come to her rescue.

Ethan.

Not who she expected. Her mind instantly went to Naveen. They had left his bedside together hours before, and she was sure something had gone wrong. Filled with concern, she forgot about her spooky surroundings and answered the call without giving it a second thought. But a tremble remained in her voice.

“Hey, Dr. Ramsey. Is everything OK?”

“That’s what I am calling to ask you. What’s going on?”

“What… what do you mean?”

“You called me, and the next thing I know, I heard a slam, crying, and you were gone… are you all right?”

Could he define all right? Because accidentally calling Ethan, of all people, and making an idiot out of herself didn’t feel all right at all.

“Yeah,” she lied. “I Uhm. I’m sorry, I meant to call Elijah, and Ethan Ramsey is next to Elijah on my phone, so….”

“So why did you drop the phone? And why are you crying? Are you sure you’re….”

The wind picked up again, and the old windows began to creak. A moment later, the sound of breaking glass echoed through the cavernous home, and the power went out with a loud thud.

“Kaycee…are you there?” Ethan panicked.

“Yeah,” she quivered, her nerves all but shot. “But I don’t know for how much longer. Because I don’t think I will survive in this haunted house!”

“Haunted… where are you?”

“I’m at Dr. Laverty’s.”

“Doctor… doc… what the hell are you doing at Dr. Laverty’s?”

“I’m house-sitting. But that’s irrelevant right now!”

Ethan ran a hand down the front of his face. “Send me your location.”

“What?”

“You know how to use an iPhone, Rookie! Send me your location.”

“Ethan, do you think it’s smart to….”

“Just do it!”

Kaycee waited in a small room off the main entrance. Every horror movie she ever told herself she shouldn’t have watched played over in her mind. While Ethan insisted on staying on the phone with her until he arrived, nothing gave her comfort until he said, “I’m at the front door.”

By the time he arrived, the storm had passed, and while the house was still dark, things had calmed substantially. Feeling foolish, Kaycee meekly opened the door.

“Hi…” she muttered, eagerly taking a flashlight from Ethan’s hand. “I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this.”

“For what?”

“For making you come here… see, my roommates were watching scary movies last night, and I let my inner twelve-year-old take over. I’m really sorry.”

“Relax, Rookie. You didn’t make me do anything, and I wanted to make sure you were all right. Are you?”

“Sure, I’m a twenty-seven-year-old woman who just made her boss come out on a stormy Halloween night because she’s too much of a fraidy cat to stay in a strange home by herself. Everything is fine… except my ego.”

“Nonsense!” He insisted. “Where did the breaking glass sound come from?”

“From the hallway, I’m sure it was nothing. I should have….”

“You should have done exactly what you did. Reaching out to have someone here under the circumstances makes perfect sense. Now, let’s go have a look.”

The power flickered back on as they made their way down the hall, and Kaycee let out a sigh of relief.

They located the broken glass, no more than an old window pane that couldn’t stand up to the strong winds. After locating supplies in the basement, they cleaned up and boarded the window. They fell into a comfortable conversation, but Kaycee couldn’t shake feeling foolish. Relieved for a moment alone when Ethan went to the bathroom, she retreated to the same couch where she had been so frightened before. When Ethan returned, he joined her there.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of ordering from Dumpling Palace. It should be here soon.”

“You ordered takeout from my favorite restaurant?”

“Well, you’ve had a bad day,” he smiled. “Work was difficult, and you stayed much longer than you should have to help with Naveen, and then you were rewarded with this fiasco. It’s the least you deserve.”

“Thank you. I’m really sorry I dragged you out. I hope I didn’t interrupt any plans.”

Ethan snorted quietly when he thought of where he was when he received her call. A mutual friend had set them up some time ago, but Cynthia lived in Chicago, and the commute to Boston did not make their match a convenient one. Still, if either was visiting the other’s town, they’d make plans, and one of those times was tonight.

“Is everything OK,” Cynthia asked after Ethan excused himself to take a call.

“Unfortunately, not…”

“No, I wasn’t doing a thing,” he smiled. “I’m just glad I could help.”

He’d never admit it, but he was grateful that his number was next to Dr. Greene’s.

Kaycee smiled softly. She had been learning there was another side to Ethan Ramsey. He was more than a grumpy doctor who instilled fear in the halls of Edenbrook. But as time went on, he surprised her more and more. She wouldn’t admit it, but she had never been more grateful for dialing the wrong number.

“I don’t like the idea of you staying here alone with a window broken on the first floor,” he continued. “Why don’t I stay on the couch? Then hopefully, you can get some sleep in the bedroom down the hall.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I’d feel better if I did. Plus, we could head to work together and check on Naveen before our shifts start.”

“We could do that.”

“Just one thing,” he insisted. “We do not tell him about this.”

“And why is that, Dr. Ramsey,” she teased. “Embarrassed to be spending the night with your intern?”

“That’s exactly the rumor we don’t need spreading throughout Edenbrook.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that,” she simpered. “I have a reputation to uphold, after all.”

“Are you done?”

“Nope. Admit it,” she smiled. “You were worried about me.”

“Of course. You’re the most promising intern in our program, plus you’re an invaluable support with Naveen, I….”

“… and you were worried about me because I’m not just an intern, am I?”

Ethan was stumbling to find his words when the doorbell rang.

“That’s the food,” he announced as he jumped from his seat. Saved by the bell. “I’ll go get it.”

“And I’ll clear the table.”

“I thought we could eat in here,” he interrupted. “Picnic style? We could watch a movie before heading to sleep.”

“We could do that,” she smiled as he disappeared down the hall.

In the years that followed, they’d never forget their first Halloween, when the universe conspired and gave them such tricky treats.

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zarvasace · 7 months

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PROGRESS POST

(10/4/23)

This is partly for accountability and partly just to get all this out of my head! This last month or two have felt so hectic, getting used to a new work and sleep schedule and all. I'm still not quite there.

If you're curious about what I've been working on and what my plans are in terms of writing and art for the rest of the year, read on. :)

I will say, though, that if you want more of a specific AU or story, the way to get it is by asking questions and leaving comments! Asks and comments remind me about things I'm doing and get me excited about them again! I have these plans, but I also am very good at chasing inspiration to unknown (and sometimes unimportant) corners!

By Fandom

Linked Universe Projects

I've been feeling less motivated to work on LU stuff, but I still plan on at least finishing what I have open, so you can look forward to some of that!

Writing

Disability AU—one small mobility trio fic in the works. A few vague ideas for doing backstory fics.

Council (1931 vampire AU)—this is still the "backburner to backburner" fic, but I do have some fun ideas. I just have been distracted with other things! I think this AU is a lot of fun and I'd love to do more with it. We'll have to see.

The Marvelous Misadventures of Wind and His Merry Band of Maybe-Human Misfits—chapter 7 (out of 9 or so) is in progress. I have it all outlined out, and it's fun to work on, but I have (again) been distracted! This is, I hope, going to be my main December project. It'd be nice to finish before it turns 2 years old next summer. Oops.

I have several other WIPs that aren't very exciting and probably won't see daylight, but they're there if I feel like them

Art

Coloring book—I'm part of the coloring book project! :) I have already finished 1/2 drawings, and they went so well, I'm considering doing more.

Shatterproof manga page—still on my radar! I'm doing the end scene from dazzling diamond danger, and my ambition keeps outgrowing my time.

Four Swords Projects

Writing

Fairytale AU—man I've started this Vidow BatB fic literally five times. I have an almost-complete draft sitting at like... 20k?? iirc, but I kind of hate a lot of it. I also like a lot of it. It's a bit difficult for me to work on rewriting something in that situation. Anyway. Another December thing probably.

Fright Fight—I have ideas for every week, but am currently unsure if I want to draw or write for them. Most of my October will be focused on filling these prompts!

Vampire Lords AU—I have strange as severe is this my fate open right now, with a fair amount of material... it just needs to be edited a bit. I do want to keep working on that, I've just... well. Distraction. A common theme. XD I might be feeling another little bite fic coming on, too.

Art

Fright Fight—see above

Fright Fight part 2—I have a few side things to do for this, like making graphics that I haven't quite finished yet. They shouldn't take long, I just gotta do em!

Non-Fandom

Stickers—I am in the process of drawing some stickers! Yay! These are for my work, but also just for me. I want some Halloween stickers. This is a backburner project.

Nanowrimo project—I need to spend some time figuring out a few things to really get going on my princess-verse. I'm going to be doing Nanolympics this year, so hopefully some of their preptober stuff will help!

Hearts Linked Together—my super-cool Linkverse. XD I love my dumb timeline, and all the characters, they're just filler drawings that I haven't had time to continue.

Secret Zelda project—I really really need to do this! I can't say much right now, but it involves a fair amount of work, both writing and art. I think I haven't gotten very far on it yet because I'm intimidated. Stop that.

Zine edits—I worked really really hard on an art piece for a LoZ zine coming up! This week is critique, and I anticipate a few edits later.

By Month

Facebook posts—a lady I know wants to commission pretty quote images to post on her Facebook. I need to reply to her text. And do them.

September

I primarily worked on the fic Blood-Sucker's Guide to High School. I also worked on and submitted one fic and one piece of art to two different zines, which I hope you'll see soon.

October

If you care, you may have noticed I'm not doing Whumptober this year! Part of this is because I'm a bit burned out from the above, and part of it is that the prompts just didn't seem very inspiring to me this year. Maybe that's just my mindset. I haven't been in a very whumpy mood.

I'm planning on filling weekly prompts for @fsfrightfight this month and maybe chipping away at some other fics, in addition to one more zine contribution. I'm also going to be planning for November and doing some scattered art work here and there.

November

NaNoWriMo! I considered skipping this... but I'm feeling really inspired and motivated to do it, especially with October as a break. I'm going to write some original work, and that will be the focus of my November. I'll likely get some other art done, too.

December

I hope to dedicate this month to finishing things up from this year! That means working on "backburner" projects.

#i speak from the coffin

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hersweetrevenge · 8 months

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3 movies, 3 books and 3 songs that changed my life (or that i love)

@slutforstabbings keeps giving me the impossible task of self-reflection lol. i tried to do a similar eras system (child, teen, young adult), but it's not perfect. watch me defend my choices below the cut ✌

i will pass the torch, without any pressure, to my beloved @solivagant-muse 💗 (and anyone else who feels like doing it, of course !!)

films

scooby doo and the witches ghost (1999): one of the movies i had on vhs as a kid. the first appearance of the hex girls? of course it changed the trajectory of my life. every single day i think about how cute it was that luna's dad ( a dentist) made fang implants for the hex girls to wear.

natural born killers (1994): i was an edgy teenager. i love the cinematography and the editing and how meta it is and the fucked up romance. and it was one of the films that made me want to study film, so i guess i should send my university bill to oliver stone?

halloween ends (2022): is anyone surprised? anyone at all? i've had other films i've loved in adulthood (looking at you, house of wax), but i've never become to instantly obsessed as i did with ends. i've never developed so many hcs and aus and possibilities for one thing. do i really have to defend this one? just look at my blog lol.

books

withering tights (the misadventures of tallulah casey) by louise rennison: there were so many books i loved as a kid, but this is one i come back to even now. it's about friendship, finding your passions, having a silly teenage romance. i'm glad my tweenie self read this book.

the secret history by donna tartt: another teenage cliché. i was actually recommended this book by my own classics teacher in college. i've re-read this book at least 5 times i think? i love it, it's passionate and dark and funny. you fall exactly into the trap that richard does in romanticising these dysfunctional people. no one can change my mind.

the wasp factory by iain banks: do you wanna read something fucked up? then read the wasp factory. i think about this book a lot, just because some of the images were just so weird and disturbing and visceral. it's blunt and brash and has no frills at all. it'll make you feel weird and i heavily advise reading some content warnings beforehand, but it is an experience.

songs:

the tide is high by blondie: the first song i ever remember liking. when i was a kid my dad would drive me to school and ask what i wanted to listen to on the radio and i would ask for this song (and surprisingly it actually was on the radio a lot in the early 00s?).

maya the psychic by gerard way: this song reminds me of a bright grey day in march with a cold breeze and a new found will to live.

respite on the spitalfields by ghost: my favourite song from the first ghost album i ever listen to (recommended by a friend). respite (the final track) literally makes me feel like my heart is going to explode, and the way the last riff merges back into imperium (the first track)? obsessed. i fell asleep to this album so many times at university, so respite was really the soundtrack to my slumber.

#we can ignore how all of my (non existent) graphic design skills went out the window --#-- when asked to make nine images the same size and formatted evenly lol #i've had to miss out so many of my favourite things because although i love them they might not have been a foundational moment for me #i'm sorry mcr you just didnt make the cut !!#maya the psychic has a lot of lore for me. but you get the cryptic version.#my beloved friend riri (@eggsandbeer go follow her she knows what shes talking about) introduced me to ghost and i owe her my life lol #when i say read the content warnings for wasp factory. i mean it.#does this explain a lot about me??

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Azul Ashengrotto of Royal Sword Academy || Chapter 23: Mummies and Skeletons

Summary:

After Sam's shop, Jamil's Halloween Tour for Azul officially begins and the couple first make their way to Octavinelle and Heartslabyul's booths, where their respective Prefects and Vice Prefects reveal that they haven't been the only ones facing romantic prospects and dilemmas.

Word Count: 4,828

They pass by the other Scarabia students in their costumes, and some turn to greet and wave at them.

"Have a great day, boss!"

"Swing by again sometime, Mister Azul!"

"Wear costumes next time, you two!"

Azul turns to Jamil and casually links their hands again. "When is your costume shift?" he asks curiously.

"Tomorrow and then on Friday, from afternoon until the evening.” Jamil raises an eyebrow at Azul. "Why? Is someone interested? I'm not gonna look much different from the others here, just so you know."

"Just like how I don't look much different in my RSA uniform than my other schoolmates?" Azul tilts his head and smiles.

"... Touché,” Jamil returns the smile

"Oh, hey! Is that a Stamp Booklet in your hands, Mister Azul?" asked one of the Scarabia students. "Here! Lemme go and mark our stall down for you! If you're ever in need of a snack, Sam's selling limited-edition waffles so feel free to come back!"

"Thank you," Azul nods and takes back the stamped booklet.

"Enjoy your date!" the Scarabia student says brightly and returns to their booth.

"I'm happy to see that your residents are supportive," Azul says to Jamil. "I suppose I'm just surprised because the first impression I've had of your residents was when one of them threw their lunch at me," he adds in amusement.

"A-hah, well, we don't often make for the best people to go to when you want to make good first impressions." Jamil chuckles. "It does make me curious what'd go down if you two ever chance upon each other again. I can at least assure you he won't be throwing another lunch your way anytime soon. I think it was his way of protecting my pride for that quiz bee."

"Hmm," Azul hums thoughtfully. "I'd been wondering, when some of your schoolmates and your own residents were quite angry with me after that quiz bee, why weren't you? I mean, you did look like you wanted to stab me right after the quiz ended, but you didn't seem angry anymore when the Leech twins dragged us to the cafeteria."

"I was mostly confused and just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible," Jamil admits. "And even if I was upset at you, I was mostly upset with myself, so the anger against you didn't last for too long."

"I'm glad it didn't," Azul smiles. "Because even back then I already admired you. I've competed in a few quiz bees before, but no one came as close to beating me like you did. It reached a point when I was smiling every time you answered correctly."

"Strange. I don't think I've ever met anyone who'd be happy to get closely beaten…" Jamil says as they start making their way on the path leading back to the Hall of Mirrors. "Why? Craving for a fellow intellectual or something?"

"I suppose I was," Azul shrugs. "As I've said, I only really joined because my professors suggested that I do, and I saw no reason to refuse. I was prepared to be bored out of my mind again, but you made it more challenging."

"Well, I'm glad I was able to make it fun for you. I'm definitely up for a rematch someday. Although I honestly wanna see a showdown between you and our lil' valedictorian: Riddle Rosehearts from Heartslabyul. That guy's ruthless when it comes to being a know-it-all. Their dorm's got 810 rules and he's apparently memorized all of them by heart. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him get an imperfect score, even when the test had an item about a newfound thesis or research. If you really want a challenge, there's your guy."

"Rosehearts, the president of the Equestrian Club? Interesting," Azul says thoughtfully. “He did seem rather capable and competent when we went horseback riding with Najma a while back.”

Jamil nods. “Exactly. Anyway, we're heading to Octavinelle's booth next. Any guesses as to what they've become this Halloween?" He was certain they hadn't run into any Octavinelle student in costume in the dorm last night, and Jade left for the meeting earlier without changing.

"Hmm. Scarabia is werewolves, Pomefiore is vampires… I don't suppose Octavinelle went for zombies? Sea monsters are also possible, but that might be too on the nose. Or ghosts? I can see Floyd having fun with a costume made out of a sheet with eyeholes.”

"He would, and he'd be an absolute terror at it," Jamil shakes his head in amusement. "Well, here we are. On a normal day, this is our school's laboratory."

They stand by a building that's been decked out with cobwebs and machinery, making it resemble the lab of a mad scientist. Jamil leads Azul inside where they're greeted by a spacious but crowded room full of vials, surgery tables, various equipment, and tanks filled with bioluminescent water.

A few of the Octavinelle students were milling around, looking up at them thinking that they're visitors, only to blink in confusion. They're all dressed in classy suits of white fabric and linen, complete with bowler hats and arm draperies.

"Uh..." one of them speaks up. "Can we help you?"

"Hello," Azul greets him with a smile. "We're just visiting your booth. Oh, and getting a stamp," he shows him the booklet.

"Jamil!" a cheerful voice says, and Rey appears in costume. "I haven't seen you in forever! How's your dorm? How's your booth?" He seems to notice Azul for the first time. "Oh! And who's this?" his eyes drift to their linked hands and look questioningly at Jamil, the smile still on his face.

"Ah, hey Rey," Jamil nods in his direction before looking at Azul and gesturing to the Octavinelle Prefect. "Azul, this is Rey. Rey, this is Azul, a student from RSA. I'm just showing him around. Scarabia’s doing pretty well. How are things here?"

"Oh it's been chill, Jade did a super dope job with this place, I mean look at it!" he gestures proudly around. "And— Wait, Azul?" he turns to him. "Oh! You're the one who's co-managing Jade's café! Nice to finally meet you!" he claps Azul on the shoulder.

"It's nice to meet you too," Azul smiles back. "Thank you for allowing me to co-manage a shop in your dorm."

"It's no problem, man!" Rey says, then turns to Jamil. "Uh, hey, do you know where Tacitus is?"

"Tacitus?" Jamil blinks, confused. Why is Rey looking for his Vice Prefect? "I think he's at his room in Scarabia, since today's not his costume shift. Why?"

"I wanted to show him my costume," Rey grins. "Oh and I'm gonna ask him out. See you, guys!" he claps both of them on the shoulder and strolls out.

"Wh—!?" Jamil sputters out in bewilderment.

"Good luck!" someone from Octavinelle calls out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't think so!" says another, walking in front of Rey. "Prefect, today's your costume shift and we need you here to help hold down the fort. There were already a LOTTA visitors yesterday—it could end up disastrous if we don't have all hands on deck with us right now!"

"Oh right!" Rey says, as if he just realized what the booth is for. "The visitors! That's why we're in costume! Smart," he points an approving finger at the student. Then he pulls out his phone and starts typing. "Just gonna send a quick text to Tacitus, asking him to visit. Hmm, he doesn't like crowds, though. I'll just ask him to meet up later when the gates close for visitors again." He goes to sit in a chair at the side, texting and smiling at his phone.

"I can stamp that for you," the first student that approached them says politely to Azul.

"Oh thank you," Azul says, handing it over and accepting it after it had been stamped.

"I see that Rey's still the same as ever," Jamil comments, watching the guy type away on his phone before turning to the costumed Octavinelle student in charge of stamping. "But hang on, him and Tacitus? Since when had this been a thing?"

The student shrugs. "I don't know. But I've seen them hanging out a few times, and Tacitus was at Octavinelle yesterday. They had lunch in our lounge."

"I see this surprises you," Azul remarks. "Did they not seem close before?"

"Well, I didn't know much about Tacitus at all, and I certainly hadn't expected him and Rey of all people to get along..." Jamil mutters, looking almost concerned. "Rey seems like a nice guy, but I dunno…"

"If it's of any comfort to you, Jamil, the rest of us haven't quite figured Tacitus out either, despite his frequent visits. It seems like the only one who has an inclination of what he's like is Prefect Rey himself."

Jamil sighs. "I hope he treats him well… Sometimes, when I look at Tacitus, he just seems like a gust of desert wind would be enough to blow him away."

"I've only known Rey for the entirety of two minutes so I can't say much," Azul says. "But he did take into consideration Tacitus' dislike of crowds, so that at least shows that he cares about his feelings. And he seemed really excited to see him."

The Octavinelle student nods. "Yeah, don't worry, Jamil. Prefect Rey can be a little forgetful and… quirky sometimes, but he means well. And Azul has a point. Prefect Rey knows that Tacitus doesn't like going outside much, so they always hang out at our dorm or in any of the buildings here."

"That's saying a lot, considering Rey doesn't like ‘being cooped up for too long', according to him during one of our meetings." Jamil mentions. "Well, I hope they have fun later, then, and er… good luck for Day 2, you guys."

"Don't worry, we'll be fine, we've got Jade filling in with us after his meeting, but…" The student conspiratorially leans in with a whisper. "We gotta keep Prefect Rey attentive to his duties as much as possible."

"He seems to listen easily when you remind him," Azul says encouragingly. "Good luck for today, and great job on the decorations."

"Thanks," the student grins and walks off to greet the other visitors that are starting to come in.

"Their mummy costumes look good," Azul tells Jamil. "Was each dorm free to come up with their own theme?"

"Yup. Jade told me it was because both he and Rey were mermen, they wanted to try dressing up as the farthest thing from that, so desert mummies they became. Dunno why they went for a mad scientist in addition to that, though."

"Perhaps it was Floyd's idea," Azul says in amusement. "How did Scarabia decide on werewolves?"

"That sounds like Floyd," Jamil mutters. "As for our decision on werewolves, we also wanted to break from our usual norm of desert themes, and then someone thought about the coyotes roaming around at night before we started delving into folktales of people transforming into wolves around the colder regions of the Shaftlands, so… there we are. How about you? If you could dress up as a monster, what would you have liked to become?"

Azul thinks about it. "Perhaps one of those undead creatures who are made of stitched up body parts of different corpses. The idea of creating an entirely new sentient being from several different parts seems like an incredible feat, and as a costume the fake stitches seem like they'd make for good decoration. Or I could just go for a Kraken and save up on costume materials," he says playfully. "What about you?"

Jamil thought about it. "I think a part of me would be the type of asshole that'd dress up normally and say that I'm attending Halloween as a murderous sociopath. Though a skeleton would be pretty cool. It's gotta be a cool-looking skeleton, though. Speaking of, that's what the next location's all about. Come on."

"Bye, you two!" Rey waves them off.

Azul chuckles at Jamil's answer and waves a goodbye to Rey. "A cool-looking skeleton, huh? That definitely sounds intriguing." Then he looks thoughtful. "What costume would you like to see me in?" he asks Jamil.

Jamil blinks at him in surprise. "Oh, um… I'm not sure. I'd much prefer you looking comfortable in what you wear, so… I dunno. I don't really have anything in mind. Why? Do you?”

"I did pick a costume for our Music Club performance," Azul says. "I partly asked that question because I was wondering if you'd like what I had picked," he smiles. "Anyway, which dorm has the cool-looking skeletons?"

"Oh?" Jamil asks, deciding to focus on Azul's mystery outfit first. "How do you find your costume, then? Do you like it? Was it your idea to wear it?"

Azul nods. "It was my idea, yes. We were thinking of what songs we could perform that would be fitting for Halloween, and I remembered one that's based on a legend from the Shaftlands. My costume is based on one of the characters in the legend, I really like it," he says genuinely.

Jamil smiles at him. "Then I'm sure I'll love it. Now, as for the skeletons…"

They stop outside the botanical garden, with guests and visitors streaming in beside them. Jamil made sure no familiar Heartslabyul members were in sight before turning to Azul. "Which dorm do you think this is?"

Azul looks around. "The options are Ignihyde, Diasomnia, Heartslabyul, or Savanaclaw, correct? I don't see any advanced technological effects, so I think we can rule out Ignihyde. I don't see many beastmen either, so I'm guessing not Savanaclaw. It's either Diasomnia or Heartslabyul," he guesses.

"Huh? Oh, hey! You two!" Says a voice, and Ace pops up among the crowd, donning the dark and white clothes and a shovel. He waves and jogs over to them. "What're you doin' here? Showin' him around, Jamil?"

Jamil, though a little cross that the guessing was cut short, nods. "Yep. He's filling out stamps for that prize. Looks like you weren't beheaded, good for you."

"Beheaded?" Azul asks. "I'm guessing that's a metaphor, or Halloween in NRC is much more intense than I had expected."

"Psh, nah. It's my Prefect’s Signature Spell." Ace grimaces, the face of someone who's already experienced it. "It basically locks all your magic away until he dispels it. If you ask me, it's just as bad as an actual beheading. So you're here for stamps? You're gonna have to find our head 'gravedigger' for that! You'll find him inside our 'cemetery'!" He gestures at the large botanical dome. "He goes by the name of 'Trey Clover'. Knowing him, he's prolly not gonna be in-character. Says it's embarrassing."

"Look, momma! It's one of the monsters!" a little girl exclaims, pointing at Ace.

Ace smoothly turns to her and smiles. "Hey there, kiddo! Heading into the spooky graveyard first, are we? Sounds like you're pretty brave! Are you sure you can handle it?"

"We should leave him be for now," Jamil says, gently tugging Azul along as the girl giggles at Ace and tells him that he doesn't look scary at all.

"I seem to remember you mentioning the name 'Trey' back then,” Azul says as they walk deeper into the booth. “Is he the one who you said might be interested in judging our cooking competition?"

"Oh, right. Yeah. He's pretty reliable. Hardly pokes his nose into other people's business and can generally be relied on as one of the nicer guys in school,” Jamil explains, opening the door to reveal the sprawling greenery of the botanical garden shrouded in fog as decorated headstones and spooky memorabilia scatter throughout the space. Many of the Heartslabyul students are found here, slinking around greeting guests or taking pictures with them.

"You really go all out with your decorations," Azul smiles, looking around.

Jamil sees Trey up ahead, wearing his costume and smiling at a group of visitors while he stamps their booklets. They take a picture with him and thank him before walking away to explore.

"Well, of course,” Jamil says. “None of us plan on losing to the others… Though admittedly, there's no prize for whose booth is the best. It's just bragging rights. And we'll all insist that our respective dorms would have won," Jamil rolls his eyes. "It's so childish. If only we can all agree that Scarabia's is clearly superior."

They leisurely make their walk along the gravestones, each one written with customized inscriptions.

One of them reads:

HERE LIES DUMMY DEUCEY.

CAUSE OF DEATH: HIS OWN CAULDRON TO THE HEAD.

While the tombstone next to it states:

HERE LIES ACE THE MENACE.

CAUSE OF DEATH: TART THEFT.

"Looks like they had fun making the tombstones," Azul says in amusement, looking down at the inscriptions. He looks at Jamil again. "Do I get a prize if I say that Scarabia's booth is superior?"

Jamil snorts before giving Azul a side-hug. "A very pleased boyfriend, that's for certain... Anyway, that's our future cooking judge up ahead." He gestures to Trey and proceeds to make his way over.

Trey quickly notices them and smiles. "Ah. Hey, Jamil. And you must be…" He curiously glances at Azul. "Oh, I recognize you from the committee meetings between RSA and NRC leading up to Halloween. We never properly introduced ourselves before, have we? I'm Trey Clover, Heartslabyul's Vice Prefect. How can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm Azul Ashengrotto," Azul smiles. "A pleasure to meet you. Jamil is just showing me around the booths, and Ace said you're the one to look for if we want to get stamps," he shows the booklet.

"Ah, of course," Trey takes it. "So, Azul, how were the cookies?" he says while stamping the booklet.

"Sorry?" Azul says in confusion.

Trey smiles and hands the booklet back to Azul. "The seashell cookies, that Jamil asked me to help him bake for the Autumn Dance."

"Oh! They were excellent," Azul smiles. "I must say that I'd never seen edible hinges on a pastry before. It's kind of you to help Jamil make them. How did you know they were for me?" he wonders aloud.

"Jamil had never approached me for confectionery help before, and he was determined for it to go well, so I figured it must be for something special. Then Riddle tells me that you were walking around NRC wearing Jamil's blazer. It didn't take much to figure out.” Trey gives Jamil a knowing look.

"AHEM! Thank you, Trey," Jamil mutters, looking away in embarrassment. "There's no point in slyly exposing me at this point. Azul already knows how bad I got it for him."

Azul chuckles, his cheeks turning pink. "I never know how to respond when you say things like that, you know?"

Trey laughs good-naturedly. "Well I'm glad you didn't remain stubbornly secretive about it, Jamil. Look at you being a changed man," he teases.

"What do you mean? Have I always been that obvious?" Jamil asks, flustered. "You don't know. I could've just wanted to give those baked treats to a friend or get myself some favors for leverage down the road..."

"Your only close friends here are Ace, Floyd, and Ruggie, and you don't seem the type to give pastries to each other," Trey says. "And your smile after we baked the cookies was genuinely happy and not at all devious. I could have been reading too much into it," he shrugs, "But then we all saw how you two were dancing at the ball, and that was that.”

Now Jamil wishes he knew more about Trey, just so he could clap back and tease him on his crushes. But he unfortunately doesn't have much to go on. Trey is unsurprisingly a very desirable fellow on campus, even attracting attention from people like Vil and Jade.

"... Fine,” Jamil relents with a sigh. "I guess I was pretty bad at keeping it all under wraps… But it's whatever now, right? How are things going over here?"

"Good, even the freshmen are handling things well enough even when there are a lot of visitors," Trey says.

"Oh, hello," Riddle appears beside Trey and greets all of them, then turns back to Trey. "I'm just reminding you that your break is in an hour."

"Oh," Trey looks at his watch. "Thanks, Riddle," he smiles.

"How are the booths so far?" Riddle asks them.

"They seem to be doing well enough, though I might have to check back on Scarabia later to be sure,” Jamil replies. “But for now, I'm just showing Azul around. We're heading to Diasomnia's next.”

Jamil finds himself squinting at both Riddle and Trey, wondering if there's something between them. They certainly have a stronger bond than the average Prefect and Vice Prefect would have.

"Ah, their decorations are certainly a sight to behold," Riddle says approvingly.

"Maybe you'll run into Yuu and Grim while you're there," Trey says. "They put on some costumes, too."

"All right, I shall go check on the others and make sure that everything is still in order," Riddle says.

"Hey, you should also take a break soon, okay?" Trey says, his tone softening. "You've been working since breakfast."

"I'm fine, Trey," Riddle says. "As Prefect, my residents must always feel assured that I am around if they ever need help."

"They can handle it, you've taught all of them well." Trey isn't backing down.

Riddle purses his lips. "Still, I should be here–"

"If you don't take a break, neither will I," Trey cuts him off, sounding a little playful but looking serious.

Riddle's mouth parts in surprise, but he relents. "Fine. I'll take a small break now, and I'll return when it's your break time, okay?"

"Sounds good," Trey smiles.

Riddle steps closer to Trey and straightens his collar. "There. All that posing for photos seems to have gotten you a little disheveled," he says playfully.

Trey averts his eyes from Riddle's face so close to him and lets out a nervous chuckle, his own face reddening. "Sorry, Prefect."

"Oh stop it, I was joking," Riddle says with a smile. Then he turns to Azul and Jamil. "Enjoy the rest of the booths," he says then walks away.

"Do you bake cookies for him, Trey?" Azul asks mischievously.

"What?" Trey looks caught off-guard. "No, I–" he laughs awkwardly. "Riddle and I are childhood friends. That's it."

"I see. I suppose that makes sense, he was on a date with that Pomefiore bloke earlier, they looked really sweet together."

"What?" Trey frowns. "Who? And when? Riddle hasn't told me anything. Was it Rook? They were probably just talking, Rook can be overly friendly to people and it can look like a date. Was it him? Blond guy, probably with a bow and arrow?"

Azul just smirks wordlessly, and understanding appears on Trey's face.

"Ah. You are dastardly for an RSA student, Azul," Trey wags a finger at him, smiling.

"Seems like it's an NRC trait to be stubbornly secretive," Azul smiles back.

Jamil chuckles at Azul's antics. "Well now… Looks like your baking for Riddle's got its own special motivations, too. Planning on telling him anytime soon?"

Trey laughs nervously, adjusting his glasses. "Well I– I mean– I don't even know where to begin, you know?" he looks at them, then furrows his eyebrows curiously at Jamil. "How did you tell Azul? Such a private guy like you. Or did Azul admit it first?"

Jamil blinks at him. Could Trey be asking for advice?

"I did it in the smoothest way possible," he playfully fibs.

Azul chuckles, smiling fondly at Jamil, but he just watches their exchange and doesn't say anything.

"Really?" Trey raises an eyebrow in amusement and crosses his arms. "And how did you do that? Care to help out an old upperclassman?"

Oh, Jamil's digging himself into a hole here.

"... Well..." Jamil glances at Azul for help and sees that he won't be getting any. "We were talking, and the talking... escalated. I made a move, Azul moved back and… we took off from there."

Trey looks at him for a few moments and smiles. "I'm proud of you, Jamil," he says genuinely, with a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

"If I may," Azul finally speaks. "If you really want to tell Riddle, then simply start by talking to him. You're already close friends so it shouldn't be too difficult."

"I'm not sure how I feel talking about this so out in the open like this," Trey chuckles and looks around shyly at all the visitors roaming their booth. "But… even if we do talk about it… If he doesn't feel the same, then we might end up being awkward around each other. I just don't wanna mess up what we have now, you know? I'm happy where we are."

"And if someone else were to court Riddle and date him?" Azul asks pointedly.

Trey purses his lips. "It'll be Riddle's choice if he wants to date someone else, I won't stop him."

"Then let him know that you're one of the choices," Azul says slowly, as if to emphasize the point. "I realize we've only met today, and I don't want to impose. But from what I've seen, I don't think there's anything you can say to Riddle that would drive him away. Jamil here knows the two of you better, do you agree?" he turns to Jamil.

"Honestly? Yeah," Jamil nods, crossing his arms and dropping the playfulness. "Riddle relies and trusts you a lot. I get how you feel, being unsure about where you both stand… But I think Riddle of all people would appreciate it if you approach him about it honestly… Though I suppose it can't hurt to be extra sure. Have you gathered any information from other Heartslabyuls about how Riddle might feel about you?”

"You make it sound like spywork or something," Trey says shyly, shaking his head. "Uh, our dorm mates like to tease us sometimes, though mostly me when Riddle isn't around. But that doesn't really mean anything."

"You don't know, maybe they noticed something in Riddle too, if they felt confident enough to tease you about it,” Jamil tells him. "You don't have to follow any of my and Azul's thoughts on the matter. In the end, the decision really is up to you. But Riddle's considerably changed since the first few weeks of school. I think you can trust that whatever you tell him, the both of you will be able to talk it out properly without jeopardizing your friendship.”

Trey nods slowly, a thoughtful look on his face, and he gives them a small smile. "Thanks, guys. I'll keep that in mind. I'm gonna get back to work now," he nods at new visitors approaching and walks over to them. The kids stare in awe at his costume and excitedly ask their parents to take their picture with him.

"Weren't… you afraid?" Azul asks Jamil as they make their way out of the booth. "That you might jeopardize our friendship if you had admitted your feelings?"

"I was... but the main reason I hesitated telling you was that I wanted to wait for the right moment to say it, though it was hard to find that with events and issues popping up here and there. What about you?" Jamil asks curiously.

Azul looks ahead as he thinks about it. "I suppose I was more like Trey. I was already happy with what we had, and I was afraid to do anything that might mess it up, even though I wanted more. Wait…" he turns to Jamil in realization. "That moment in the aviary, just before my phone rang, were you about to confess your feelings then?"

Jamil can't help but shyly smile. "I thought the timing felt right then and there, but… well, it didn't work out. So this was all a little late."

Azul smiles fondly and takes Jamil's hand, lacing their fingers together. "You did save my life that day, so I don't mind that the confession was a little late. Especially since you kissed me right after confessing," his tone becomes a bit more playful.

Jamil grins wryly, leading Azul outside of the garden and into the autumn daylight. "It was hard to keep myself away from you once the cat got out of the bag.”

“Dangerous words, Viper.” Azul's eyes glint mischievously.

Jamil chuckles and turns away from Azul's gaze, his face warming. Sevens, the guy could really flirt if he wanted to. That was deeply unfair.

“Speaking of cats,” Jamil pointedly changes the subject as they approach Ramshackle dorm. “How do you feel about a monster that particularly looks like one, but with fire in its ears and a pitchfork for a tail? Hope you're not too freaked out by abnormal creatures…”

Author's Notes:

Thank you for your patience with this update sdkjflskdfj, I hope you liked it! ^_^

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Hangman and Bunny

On this edit ⬆️ it's kinda a summary hope you like it. And for this little drabble I've been inspired by this post thanks @top-gun-rooster . I did some shitty edit: Hungnam & Pompon and Jake & Pompon plus I write this . Enjoy.

Summary: At the last minute you change your mind for the Halloween costume.

497 words not proofread.

A Halloween party is coming, Natasha found you a perfect costume for the night. You do love it but you can’t stop thinking it won’t fit you, everybody will think you look stupid in it and it’s better to not draw attention, particularly with the army present tonight.

Hours go on, after you put the suit on, now you’re lost in your thoughts dealing between wearing a half evening half zombie make-up or something natural, and you lost track of time when people are ringing and knocking on the door.

You don’t have anymore time to change the costume and your heart is beating so fast in your chest and in your ear, that you stop to think and just do, with a white sheet and scissors in your hands.

- "What’s the hell is that?" asks in shock Jake.

- "Are you joking? Because this is not funny!" says Natasha really pissed off.

- "Umm... I thought..." you start stuttering.

- "Nevermind! We have to go." Interrupt you, Jake.

- "I like it." says Robert to comfort you.

- "Thanks. I like yours too."

Penny did a great job, her place is crowded and the new design is awesome: there are several ugly pumpkins in front of the bar, in it there are spider webs everywhere, and almost every wall is covered with bats. She twists some drinks with some Halloween speciality.

Even her costume is on point, long fire hair, a shining long cocktail dress, Jessica Rabbit twin.

And of course, everyone is dressed up too. Barbie, Vampire, Zombies, etc. Robert wears a black suit, he talks with a British accent and (not gonna lie) he's hot like James Bond. Natasha has a little pinky and green hat, and wears an orange wig, lenses and a dress, she’s a lady Mad Hatter. Since I told him he’s his Doppelganger, Mickey is Captain America tonight, he couldn’t help it. Javy is a Mandalorian and I’m wondering if he’ll take off his helmet to eat and drink in front of us or not; Reuben wanted something scary so he chooses to be Freddy Krueger. Concerning Bradley and Jake, they didn’t want fantasy costumes to wear, they choose to be pilots from WWII.

You spend only half an hour under the white sheet and have to take it off when people jostle next to you and drop their colourful drinks on you.

- "Oh my fuckin Lord!" stutter Jake.

- "That is a Halloween costume, nobody could imagine you dare to wear." says Bradley.

Natasha is amazed and thinks you’re stunning and hot, she’s smiling, and has stars her eyes. The guys are watching you up and down and think you’re beautiful in it.

You sneak out toward the counter to drink some shots and fuel your courage. The among of eyes on you and compliments are disturbing. Jake’s standing behind you and says to your ear “hope you still wear the bunny suit when we’ll be alone.”

Materlist

#Jake Hangman Seresin #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Robert Bob Floyd #Natasha Phoenix Trace #Mickey Fanboy Garcia #Reuben Payback Fitch #Javy Coyote Machado #Penny Benjamin #Top Gun Maverick #Halloween party

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Straight A Supervillain- 13

Halloween school dance: gay villain edition.

Content warning for a mention of trichotillomania and a touch of dysphoria, but nothing major.

Enjoy!

Now that eir secret was out there, walking through the halls of Villain High School was slightly less paranoia inducing. Sure, the teachers could find out and expel em. But ey didn’t have to keep it from everyone, all the time, and that made the anxiety buzzing constantly in the background get a whole lot quieter. The whole last week had been spent pull free, and when ey pointed this out to Lani, she hugged em- which definitely did not give Naomi a heart attack, nope, not at all. Ey was a one hundred percent functional sapphic.

That was a lie. Ey was definitely not a functional sapphic, Naomi realized once again, as Lani looked over at em and asked “Hey, would you want to go to the dance together?”

Every word in English vanished from eir mind. So did the snippets of Hebrew and all the Russian classes on Duolingo, leaving em blinking stupidly at Lani, opening and closing and opening and closing eir mouth like a really dumb fish. Finally, ey settled on “Dance?” Hey, Dr. Plague’s morning announcements were boring, and Naomi was always half asleep, and no one else paid attention to those anyway.

Lani pointed at the wall beside them. Naomi glanced over. Sure enough, there was a poster bordered by spiderwebs that read VHS HALLOWEEN DANCE: 10/31 AT 9:00. UNGODLY AMOUNTS OF CANDY WILL BE PROVIDED. COME WITH PARTNER(S) OR BY YOURSELF, VHS WELCOMES ALL RELATIONSHIP TYPES. HAPPY SPOOKY DAY!!!

She twisted her fingers together. “So, any interest in going together, maybe-boyfriend?”

The combination of holy shit right we’re maybe dating and gender euphoria stunned Naomi silent for a good thirty seconds. Ey bounced on eir toes instead, sure eir eyes would be stars if ey was in a cartoon. “Yeah! Yeah, that would be awesome! Great!” Very eloquent, Naomi.

“Great!”

“I hate to interrupt,” said Cameron, “but you two are gonna be late to class.”

“How can I possibly be expected to concentrate in class when I am bi panicking!?” Naomi half-yelled.

Lani grinned. “You’ll figure something out. Cameron, you planning to come to the dance?”

“Yeah, totally. I’m not gonna go with a date because-” They did jazz hands. “Aro, but I plan to give everyone in this school gender envy. We may need to go shopping this weekend.”

“I would rather die,” Naomi deadpanned.

“What do you have against shopping?”

“It’s always like five hours of my mom wanting me to be femme and me wanting to take a nap,” ey whined.

“Trust me, it won’t be as bad with us.”

“Fine.”

Noel cleared his throat. “We actually need to get to class now.”

“That’s so transphobic,” complained Cameron.

“My condolances.”

Just as Naomi predicted, ey couldn’t concentrate at all with the bi panic. The class ended with a rather embarassing doodle of Lani in the margins of eir notebook that ey would rather not be mentioned by anyone, ever. The other classes blurred by, Naomi learning basically nothing, and finally ey could celebrate eir freedom from the school week with an Arson Gang Friday Movie Night. Noel had to intervene in a popcorn fight before Naomi and Cameron could kill each other; it was unclear how death by popcorn fight would be possible, but if anyone could manage it, it would be them.

Naomi went to sleep with the prospect of (hopefully not as bad as with Thunderclap) shopping in the morning.

“Naomi! Wake up!” came Cameron’s bright voice, far too chipper for however early it was.

“Fuck off,” Naomi mumbled.

“I love you too. They’re serving bagels at breakfast.”

Damn Naomi and eir crippling weakness for bagels! It convinced em to get out of bed; Cameron knew em well. Once ey got dressed and ate a concerning amount for breakfast, the arson gang was ready to go shopping. Except maybe Naomi. Naomi would never be ready to go shopping.

It was finally starting to get cold out, the wind whipping Naomi’s hair all around eir face as they walked down sidewalks. All the leaves they stepped on came with a satisfying crunch, and Noel snapped photos of the most entertaining Halloween decorations. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, not with these three.

Their arrival at TJ Max reminded Naomi of why ey didn’t like shopping. “Time to go buy a dress,” ey said, pulling a face.

“Do you want to wear a dress?” Lani asked.

“Not really, no.”

Noel gave em a strange look. “Then don’t.”

“You could buy a suit,” Lani offered. “I think you’d look fantastic in a suit.”

Naomi barely had time to blush before it really hit em that ey could wear a suit, could experiment more and more with gender presentation because ey didn’t have to wear the costume of Blaze and Thunderclap’s perfectly cisgender, perfectly feminine daughter. Ey could be whoever the hell ey wanted. Ey shook some of the excitement from eir hands and said “Fuck yeah! Okay I’m gonna try on a suit and it’s gonna be great!”

With an overdramatic sniff, Cameron said “I’m so proud of our baby gay.”

“I am literally older than you.”

“Irrelevant. Now that you’re no longer terrified of shopping, shall we?”

“We shall.”

As they entered, Noel asked “Where did we get the money for shopping, anyway?”

“I stole it, obviously,” said Cameron. “Had a lot of time to kill while you guys slept in.”

“Being a mad scientist is exhausting, okay?”

“So is being an arsonist!”

“Let’s not declare your arson aspirations in public, Naomi. We have witnesses,” Lani reminded em.

“Damn. You’re right. Oh well, onto the shopping.”

Lani picked out her outfit first; a flowing purple dress with sequins and puffy sleeves. Naomi may or may not have had a heart attack when she came out of the fitting room and modeled it for the rest of the gang. Noel instantly fell in love with a bow tie he found (“It has squids, you guys, look at it!”) and chose a blue button down shirt to go with it.

Cameron’s choice was extremely gender, with a long pink skirt, white button down shirt, blue suit jacket, purple tie, and black shoes to complete the genderfluid flag.

And then Naomi picked a red suit off the rack and walked into the fitting room, nervous energy bubbling in eir stomach. Ey avoided eir reflection as ey changed, then opened the door with a click to show eir friends.

Lani, the first to speak, simply said “Wow. I… wow.” Naomi blushed.

“You’re giving me gender envy!” said Cameron.

Noel nodded “That looks really good, Naomi.”

“It does?”

“Um, have you seen yourself?” asked Lani, who apparently gained a bit more eloquence.

“Actually, no.” Naomi spun to look at emself in the mirror and- gasped. True, eir reflection didn’t always bother em, not exactly, but there was never quite a connection between the person in the glass and Naomi. Until now. Now, who ey was and how ey looked seemed to click, maybe for the first time. Eir eyes stung. When ey finally found eir voice, ey whispered “I love it.”

Suddenly grinning, ey turned back to eir friends. “Should I get a necktie?”

Noel stroked his chin. “On the one hand, they’re kind of a dumb concept. On the other hand, gender euphoria. Would you like to try this boring black tie I found before the fantastic squid one?”

“I would, yes.” He handed it to em. “Um. Quick question. How do I tie this?”

“Cameron, give me your tie, I need to demonstrate. You put it around your neck with this end longer, then you loop it around and poke the end through this gap here…” When he finished walking em through it, the tie was clumsily knotted, sure, but it was there around eir neck. And if ey thought the suit gave em euphoria, the tie was on a whole different level. Eir body was actually a home now, for once.

“Thank you, Noel, I love it so much.”

“Shopping wasn’t so bad, huh?” teased Cameron.

“Fine, you were right.”

“Sorry, what? I didn’t catch that.”

“Too bad, because I will never repeat those words.”

Cameron stuck out his tongue. “Alright, get changed so we can buy these and go to our second stop, the hair salon we passed on our way here! I think I would look great with blue hair.”

“Definitely,” Lani agreed. “I could use a trim, anyway.”

Noel shrugged. “Why not?”

“Okay, so get out of here so I can change!” Even after they left, Naomi stared at eir reflection that actually looked like em for at least a minute before reluctantly going back to the old clothes. After paying with their completely legally obtained money, the arson gang walked back towards VHS. Naomi brushed eir shoulder against Lani’s as they walked, pretneding the action didn’t send eir brain gleefully bouncing around each time.

“Prepare to have your brains blown out by gender envy,” Cameron said, running a hand through their black-for-now hair and holding it out in front of him.

“That’s quite the mental image,” Noel said. He took a step back.

Cameron grinned. “I’ll see you guys back at school, then. Unless you want to do something to your hair? Naomi, I think you should get a mohawk. Rainbow mohawk.”

“I disagree,” Lani said slowly.

“I’ll keep it under consideration.” Ey didn’t even want a mohawk that much, it would just be really funny to see eir parents faces. “For now, I’ve got to do some arson homework.”

Noel nodded. “I should do my math homework. Unfortunately. We’ll see you guys later, provided we don’t die from the gender envy.”

“It’s how I would have wanted to go,” Naomi deadpanned. Ey waved as Lani and Cameron walked into the salon.

Noel walked with em in silence for about a block before abruplty saying “Do you plan on eventually telling your parents you’re a villain?” Ey almost walked into a tree. “Sorry. That was probably a weird question to start a conversation with. I am not good at the talking thing.”

“The talking thing is annoyingly difficult,” Naomi agreed. “It’s okay. Um. I have this super dramatic fantasy of marching up to my parents and standing up for myself, tell the truth, maybe burn down a government building. It’s really cool as a fantasy, but every time I try to think about it as an actual possibility or make a plan, my stomach ties itself into knots. So. I don’t really have a plan?”

“Sounds unwise.”

“It’s definitely unwise. Nothing about this sneak off to become a villain plan has been anything close to wise.”

“But you’re still glad you chose this?”

“Definitely. I wouldn’t change a thing.” Ey paused for a moment, a smile on eir face as ey thought eir friends. “Except maybe I’d make Cameron shorter. Like, who the fuck gave them the right to be that tall!”

Noel nodded. “Completely unfair. He gets to be six feet and I’m stuck at five foot four.”

“They should share some inches with us. Like wealth redistribution, but for height.”

“A completely reasonable demand.”

“Glad we’re in agreement.” Ey bumped eir shoulder against his. As they continued walking to the school, they looked to comment on anything interesting they saw or whatever jumped to mind. By the end, it had come to eir attention that ey did not talk to Noel one on one nearly as much as ey should. While walking up the sidewalk to VHS, Naomi asked “Looking forward to the dance?”

Noel shrugged. “On the one hand, a lot of loud noises, but on the other… it’ll be fun to hang out with you guys, and with Olivia.”

“Ooh, who is this Olivia? Spill the tea.” Ey paused. “If you want to.”

“She’s in my math class and is very pretty and I somehow managed to get her to agree to go to the dance with me.”

“Congratulations!” Naomi was happy for those two nerds. Well, ey didn’t know for sure Olivia was a nerd, but in Noel’s math class? And someone he liked? Definitely a nerd.

At Noel’s insistence, Naomi actually worked on eir homework, but started another conversation when things got too boring. For all his claims that it was important to focus on math, Noel was happy to abandon it on occasion. They worked for far too long before Lani and Cameron burst through the door, chattering loudly. Naomi turned to look. “Your hair!” ey exclaimed.

Cameron laughed and ran a hand through his blue hair. “Yeah, I love it.”

“You’re gonna be the most gender person at that dance,” said Noel.

“Naomi might come close in that suit of eirs.”

The pronoun and reminder of the suit brought a wide smile to Naomi’s face. By the time the arson gang got dressed up and ready to go, eir cheeks hurt. If ey thought Lani couldn’t look more beautiful before, ey was deeply wrong, because not only was she wearing that dress to the dance, she wore a flower crown. Violets, for a sapphic bonus. Noel had to help em with eir tie again, but maybe ey would get better with practice. Ey could practice! Ey could wear a tie more often! Cameron looked fabulous, as always, and Noel’s squid bow tie suited him quite well. It was very funny when Olivia complimented it and his head nearly exploded.

Cotten Eyed Joe blasted through the speakers as their group walked into the cafeteria, cleared of its usual tables and adorned with cobwebs and fake blood. At least, Naomi assumed it was fake. You never really knew with VHS. Ey sighed. “Of course they’re playing Cotten Eyed Joe. Of fucking course.”

“It’s a high school dance, what did you expect?” said Noel.

“I thought things would be better at villain school!”

“You cannot escape Cotten Eyed Joe,” said Olivia, waving her hands around spookily.

Naomi laughed and shook eir head. “I guess not. Snacks?”

“Snacks!” Lani agreed, grabbing Naomi’s hand and pulling em towards the table on the side. Ey now felt bad having laughed and Noel for his blushiness, because eir face must have resembled a tomato right then. “Trick or treat,” she said when they approached the table. Dr. Plague, wearing a bubonic plague bird mask, handed them each a packet of skittles.

The world was cruel. Ey sighed as they walked away. “Anyone want mine?”

“What’s wrong with skittles?” Olivia asked.

“Gelatin,” ey explained simply.

“Right.” Noel turned to Olivia, who still looked baffled. “Naomi’s Jewish. Ey keeps kosher.”

Olivia nodded. “Got it. I’ll trade you.” She held out a Snickers bar, and Naomi eagerly grabbed it. “Your pronouns are super cool, by the way.”

Huh. Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world to use neopronouns. Maybe there were people out there who would be cool about it. “Thanks! Cameron introduced me to them.”

She gave finger guns. “I queered eir gender.”

“Care to dance, my eydy?” Lani asked.

Naomi gasped and clapped a hand to eir mouth. “You used a pronoun pun for me!”

“I sure did.”

“But… the Cha Cha Slide? Is that the most romantic dance you can think of?” ey teased.

“Listen, I don’t know what the hell romance is. I’m quoiromantic, for crying out loud.”

“Point taken. Let’s dance.” And dance they did, through the Cha Cha Slide and Mr. Brightside and Never Gonna Give You Up (Naomi was going to kill whoever requested that), until they were both out of breath and laughing. Cameron was still stuffing his face with candy, and Noel had wandered off with Olivia somewhere, neither one being a fan of all the noise. Ey went around the room, eating snacks and talking to people, something ey almost never did, but tonight it was actually enjoyable. By the time Bohemian Rhaposdy came on and the school was singing so you think you can stone me and spit in my eye, Naomi had decided; Villain High School was, somehow, eir home.

#straight a supervillain #i haven't updated for a month and a half what tf is up with that #anyway! hope yall enjoyed the vhs dance #shamir's writing

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