#Also he looks itty bitty in the third picture

[japeneselunchtimerush]

Me about Akashi: 🤏🤏🤏

#HE SO TINY #I say as I am 10 cm shorter than him #but to be fair Im taller than teiko akashi so it checks out #can we talk about how he has to look UP at Midorima #Also he looks itty bitty in the third picture #Like really small compared to the others #you know what Im going to assume that this is when everyone else hit their growth spurt while hes still 158cm #its the only explanation #thinking about he was eye level with nijimura's chest #thats how short he was compared to nijimura #it was 21 cm btw #akashi seijuro

[ckret2]

Now I'm curious about Bill's family. Can you share what they were like?

Now, I haven't fully fleshed out his family, so the details are subject to change. I haven't even decided on what shape his dad was.

(A purely Flatland backstory would be like, oh, probably a nearly-equilateral isosceles triangle unless something weird happened; but Flatland was written as a satire of Victorian society and the Victorian class system, and I'm not interested in satirizing Victorian society. So I've yet to decide what sort of shape descent rules make the most sense for the kind of story I'm telling here. Maybe I'll like, make his dad a rhombus, Say Nothing, and watch the people who read Flatland riot in the comments.)

But for right now, unless my thoughts change as I go, his parents are kinda like,

Bill: *meets Stan & Ford's mom* "Oh that's hauntingly familiar."

Bill: *meets Gideon's dad* "Oh THAT'S hauntingly familiar."

Meet itty bitty baby Billy. 

(this is the post i made this picture for. Isn't he cute.)

Bill was born with what could loosely be called "psychic powers" and more specifically be called "the ability to see into the third dimension." Saying "Bill can see into the third dimension" is kind of like saying "this human can see into the fourth dimension" when you mean "this human can constantly see what's gonna happen thirty seconds into the future like a blurry image superimposed over the present." Constantly seeing thirty seconds into the future would be useful for avoiding car crashes or cheating at roulettes, but there's nothing particularly mystical about it. That's equivalent to the level Bill's ability was on. Especially since, in Bill's dimension, the power to see into the third dimension was an extremely rare but known and scientifically-documented ability, not mysterious magic.

However, when Bill started saying stuff like "The neighbor is coming over to visit, I can see her through the door" or "Yeah I can guess what's on your card, it's two red dots, I can just see the back of it from here, can't you see it too?" or "there's a bunch of white dots outside the world and a really big white circle that moves back and forth and I think the circle controls light"—

His parents went, "You Could Make A Religion Out Of That."

And that's how Bill got a cult.

I haven't done much to flesh out Bill's parents in terms of their looks personalities interests etc (though his mother is more developed), but I've got a pretty firm idea of the impact they had on him. In a way he didn't have "parents"—they did a pretty poor job of parenting—rather, he had business managers posing as his prophets. For putting together his childhood, I'm drawing on histories of cults, but also on other industries that are dependent upon exploiting children by putting them in the limelight—like beauty pageant children or kidfluencers put online by their parents. Things like this article with a kid who said she wants to stop making youtube videos and her father told her that was their livelihood.

So here's Bill growing up being told "you're special, you're SO special" by his parents; but also he's just the performing figurehead of his parents' new religion; but also he's so powerful and so influential; but also he's just a kid completely under his family's control; but also his family's prosperity and welfare is completely on his shoulders; but also nothing he says really matters and they could replace him with anybody who could say the same things; but also he's totally unique (and thus alienated); but also there are other people out there just like him (and they're dangerous to his position); but also he has the perfect platform to tell the world about the truth as he sees it; but also people only listen to him when he lies; but also everyone worships everything he says as gospel; but also the whole world knows he's a scammer and a joke.

And now he's a messed up adult who still acts like a kid (you can't grow up if you never get a childhood); and he makes new friends and helpers by bombarding them with textbook cult recruitment tactics; and he's more comfortable with waltzing into town square and appointing himself God than he is with talking honestly about his childhood.

Also between then and now he ended the world.

I see Bill as an only child, for a couple of reasons:

First, because of this in Journal 3: "Apparently, his thirst for power caused him to destroy his home dimension — including his parents and everyone else he’d ever known." If he did have siblings—or if we were even intended to feel like the possibility was open that he might have a sibling—it would be weird to emphasize "his parents" instead of something like "his family." The implications feel like we're supposed to believe his parents were the only immediate family he had. (And, since Journal 3 was kinda the last gift from a completed series, I'm doubting the wording was a red herring to obscure the fact that he's got a secret identical twin or something. ... Wouldn't that be so funny though—)

And second, because he seems like the kind of person who wasn't shoved in close quarters with another child and forced to learn how to get along. He was always the specialest boy and never had to share the spotlight.

The only reason I think I'd give him a sibling is if I found it was somehow essential to help develop/highlight some facet of Bill's character—like, if I wanted to do something with the "golden child vs forgotten child" dynamic to mirror what the Pines have going on, or have him underestimate the relationships between human siblings because he's projecting based on how he grew up. ("You probably think your brother is some burden you're shackled to by blood, like a non-consensual forced 'friendship' you wish you could break off!" "Um, no? I don't think that? I love him?" "Because you were coerced into loving him." "No???") But right now my goals for him are complimented more by the social isolation from being the only child in the household and limited opportunities to make friends on the outside.

#bill cipher #gravity falls #headcanons #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher #anonymous #ask

[huntersapprentice]

okay so, I think it's so fucking funny but also interesting how veggietales characters are either portrayed as being close to human size or regular vegetables. (or both?!?!?)

putting under a read more because I will go on and on about this and maybe go on tangents

love my funny little produce ^^

so I feel like for someone who's never watched this show (not to mention barely heard of it), it would seem obvious to think these characters are itty bitty. I mean, they go on the countertop, and everything's just normal-sized. Larry even eats some popcorn that looks to be in a human sized bowl (as well as regular sized popcorn) in Dave and the Giant Pickle. Larry's also gotten stuck in the sink once in Rack, Shack, and Benny. The only place where everything around them seems to be made for their size is in the story segments. the Bible retellings, the book adaptations, the movie/show adaptations, the original stories. the content that fills up 80% of the videos are in universe acting, so one could say it's just the set. even for the stories that are kinda implied to be a part of the character's canon, such as Larry's Lagoon and Bob's Vacation, could be set within this little mini world they have, kinda like how the Super Why characters live in this magical world in a bookshelf. not that I imagine much of the fandom even considers it canon, but the netflix series did seem to build on that world for the sentieng vegetables, at least in minor details (more veggie theming I guess) all this seems to keep the idea that they're still just vegetable size. Their interactions with humans are very much just audience interaction throughout the show, whether it's through letters, texting, or video calls. The cancelled Bob and Larry movie even touches on the idea of the vegetables being vegetable size, with a comment from one of the show artists, Joe Spadaford, stating that "Bob and Larry would've lived in his nightstand" (quote from the Lost Media Wiki, paraphrasing Spadaford)('his' being a kid called Dexter, whoever that would've ended up being) however, in what we have of the show now, humans never really come into contact with the veggies, not counting the mascot costume performances or spin offs (Os Amigos, FitnessHoff) because of that, most would assume the vegetables are just talking vegetables. BUT THEN THERES SOME OF THE EXTRA-CONTENT STUFF. I'm gonna start with the one that stuck with me the earliest:

Bob just sitting casually with the creator of the show, but. but. but. he's not the size of a tomato. he's almost as tall as medium sized dog or a baby.

another thing I saw recently:

this picture is from the Veggie Rocks! album, which seems to have also been included with the physical CD copies. Larry's just fucking around in the studio. this human sized looking studio..... now, thinking back to my point about the canon stories earlier: yes, it'd be easy to say those are just sets made for their size, but what's stopping someone from saying that the sets are in accordance to human size? that the countertop is actually the thing modified for size to make the veggies look veggie-sized!? well, at the end of the day, I think it's up to personal preference, and also it's a cartoon for kids so there's not much reason to put so much thought into it. But I like putting thought into it, dammit. In fact, in the process of writing this rambling, I had actually thought of a third idea: what if the veggies can change their size at will for whatever the reason? the veggies, as well as just being able to levitate things, can also change their size. being honest, that wouldn't even be the weirdest thing about them. Oh yeah, and I went through this entire part of the rambling without even mentioning the animals. animals that are either veggie-sized or regular-sized, depending on how you see it.

VEGETABLES THAT TALK AND SING AND DANCE and also seem to really like Monty Python and Gilbert and Sullivan references. also, they're in a Christian educational show. it's already kinda far out there as a show concept. but then there's the other thing: they can eat. through the first episodes, they're mostly shown eating or at least mentioning or using foods such as pizza, popcorn, or slushies. even then, the mentions of food is already kinda sparse. but coming into the 2000s, the use of food is a bit more frequent (I don't know why I'm so hung up on the food thing, honestly, but I feel like there's something about the idea of a digestive system) speaking of anatomy, it has been brought up before in terms of the veggies' anatomy as plants. the Belly Button song is a pop song that goes on about Mr. Lunt and his super deep dark secret that he must admit to y/n: he's got no belly button. of course, he's a decorative gourd. the umbilical equivocal is up there in his head. this plant unique biology is then carried over to one of the VeggieTales on TV end credit bits, where Mr. Lunt informs Bob (who's in the middle of a mild allergic reaction to shellfish) that he would technically "breath through his leaves," and then Bob comments on that being "cool." Aside from that, they do have animal functions too. like using the bathroom (never shown on screen, but off screen reference and mention)

Honestly, that's kinda all I wanted to ramble about, I think the details of these characters are super interesting to think about

also with the external detail that the veggies can't "have a redemptive relationship with God" so they can't go to heaven nor hell nor I guess have souls accordingly

#veggietales #where am I #for once I actually talk about the christian element of vt and its in snip it of this entire rambling #its like 2am and theres definitely stuff I didnt think through all thay properly but #yeah heres my kinda shitposty ramble about the details of these weird little vegetable creatures #hunter when he says anything

[nandysparadox]

milkshakes and checkered diners

Pairing: romantic royality; mentioned brotherly moxiety

Word count:  2218

cw: seems like it’s going to be hurt/comfort-y at the start, but it’s just pure fluff; food

Summary: Patton didn't expect his friend to bail on their little catch-up session.

Much less for a cute waiter to turn the evening around.

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fic for day 1 of @royalityweek ! unfortunately I couldn’t do all days like I planned but i’m proud of this one :>

prompt: bagel/second cookie

thanks to @foggy-lavender-grey for beta-reading!

It had been two hours and Patton’s last, itty bitty piece of hope dwindled by the second.

He twisted the straw wrapping paper around his finger, then ripped it into pieces for no reason other than sheer boredom. Taking a sip of the third cup of water he’d ordered, ice half melted, Patton sighed. Maybe he was being a little bit dramatic — no harm done if they didn’t come, after all.

Still, a part of him really wanted to believe that if he just waited a few more minutes, they’d walk through the diner door, and all his optimism would pay off. Could he blame himself for that? He just wanted a nice afternoon, darn it! People buzzed around the eatery, gathering around the cute teal and pink booths, fiddling with the jukebox, and all-around enjoying the retro diner experience, all the while Patton waited alone at his table like a sad sack, holding three glasses of water, and wanting nothing more than to hide every time a server shot him a pitying look.

Just five more minutes, he told himself, leaning onto his elbows, then I’ll go.

Though just as the thought crossed his mind, his cell phone pinged and Patton reached over to grab it. He went to unlock it but the notification that popped up on the screen was enough to make him lie his head down on the table with a groan.

oh goodness im so sorry something came up

maybe another day?

He wanted to be mad, to find it in him to be unreasonable and maybe text back something snarky — but without his feeble optimism, the two hours of idleness finally set in and Patton just wished he was home.

Just as he built the will to finally leave, a sliver of movement caught his eye and he lifted his head to see it.

A server sauntered toward his table looking like a picture-perfect 50s waiter, his hair — just as red as the apron he wore — styled into beautiful curls beneath a little white cap. His bright green eyes held such unshakeable confidence that Patton began to feel a little worried that maybe he should've ordered something to go with the water.

But instead of chastising him, the waiter plopped himself down at his booth like it was the most natural thing in the world — Patton straightened up, feeling weirdly flustered with his presence.

The man hummed, picking up a glass and swirling what remained of the ice around. “Are you still waiting for your date, dear?” he asked with a sympathetic smile, just shy of blunt.

Patton blinked, just now realizing how the scene looked to an outsider. “Oh, no! No, no,” he chuckled nervously. “I’m not on a date, you see, I’m waiting for a friend! They're finally in town so we had an outing planned and everything!- but uh, they couldn't make it.”

“Oh,” said the man with a put-upon sigh. He rested his chin on one hand with an exaggerated pout. “I was hoping to valiantly save a cute guy from a ruined date, but I guess that won't work.”

“I- Um,” Patton stammered, feeling his cheeks warm - even more as he saw a hint of a smirk in the waiter’s expression. He was hoping to turn the day around at home with a tub of ice cream, but he guessed a nice date would also do the trick! “I mean- I wouldn't mind the company?”

The waiter broke out into a full-blown grin, throwing his hands at the table as he stood up. “Brilliant,” he exclaimed. “Just wait here a moment.”

He strutted to the counter and Patton felt distinctly thrown for a loop. Surprisingly, the first thing that came to mind was that his brother would be fretting non-stop if he knew Patton agreed to a date with a practical stranger. The second thing was that he didn't even catch the man's name, which did lend more credibility to hypothetical Virgil's worry — but unfortunately for his brother, he was nothing short of impulsive and it was becoming very hard to care about that when the stranger in question threw a little wave and a charming smile his way when he noticed Patton looking at him.

Soon enough, the man moved from the counter after talking with the cashier, quickly making his way back to the booth.

“I hope you don't mind I ordered something — I know the menu like the back of my hand, though, so I assure you it’s good,” he said with a wink.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” Patton smiled, then faltered — it was a bit late to get going with introductions but going through the whole evening without knowing the guy’s name would be a bit of a disaster scenario so maybe he should get it over with? “Um, I’m- Patton?”

The man blinked. “Oh!” he said. “My name’s Roman, incredibly rude of me to not say it earlier, I apologize.” He extended Patton his hand with an awkward smile.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it,” Patton said as he shook Roman’s hand. “So…” He settled his hand on the table, drumming up his fingers against it. “Will I get to know what you ordered?”

“In due time, though I won’t spoil the surprise — I hope you have a sweet tooth, though.”

Patton chuckled. “Well, you do work here, so I guess I can trust you.” He paused. “Wait, I’m not taking you away from your shift, am I?”

Roman shook his head. “Oh not at all, my shift has just ended.” He then turned around and waved to the cashier, who gave them a firm nod before going back to ringing up a customer. “See?”

“Huh,” Patton said. “Well, I’m glad! I’d hate to disrupt your work.”

“No need to worry about that, if anything I’d say you made my evening a little brighter, I didn’t have anything planned for after work,” Roman responded with a reassuring smile as he untied his apron and set the white cap on the table. “Speaking of plans, you seemed pretty determined to meet up with your friend today, do they not come around often?”

Patton grimaced. “Not really, they go to college out of state, and when they do visit it’s our hometown, I was excited to meet them.” He sighed. “Plus my course hours have been crazy, I’ll take any chance to rest.”

“I feel you, add work into the mix and I feel like I haven’t rested in days.” groaned Roman. “What do you major in?”

“Biology, third year,” he answered. “I’m in the pre-vet program!”

“Ooh, impressive!” Roman whistled. “Cute and smart, you’re a double-threat.”

Patton giggled, avoiding Roman’s eyes. “You’re a charmer,” he said. “What about you?”

“I go to art school,” Roman shrugged. “Theater program.”

“You do theater?” Patton asked, enthusiastic. Though thinking about it, it wasn’t very surprising — Roman had a sort of captivating presence, like he could charm anyone with his charisma, undoubtedly he’d do well on a stage. He continued. “That’s awesome! Do you wanna be an actor?”

“Indeed, soon enough I’ll be dazzling the crowds on the big stage!” Roman glanced toward his uniform and chuckled. “Maybe not so soon, but I will.”

Patton rested his chin in his hand with a grin. “Well, you already do a darn good job of dazzling the customers, so I’d say you’re halfway there.”

Roman laughed and took a dramatic bow. “I live to please.”

Before Patton could continue the conversation, a server came by their booth — he hadn’t even noticed them heading that way! They began setting their order at the table.

“Oooh, bagels!” Patton said as they slid a plate with four bagels — all with seemingly different flavors — plus jelly cookies towards the middle of the table.

Roman grinned. “Can’t go wrong with that.”

The server chuckled, sliding a milkshake towards Patton. “Have fun with your date, Ro.”

Roman winked in response. “I will, thanks, Becca.”

Patton glanced at the milkshake in front of him — strawberry from the look of it, topped with whipped cream and a cherry, all in a frankly very tall glass.

“That’s a big milkshake, huh,” he tittered. “Not sure if I can, um, drink all of that.”

“No need to fret,” said Roman. He then unwrapped a straw and swiftly slotted it next to Patton’s. “We could always share.”

“You’re really going for that 50s theme, aren’t you?”

“Theming is important!”

Patton laughed, picking up a bagel with cream and blueberry frosting. “It’s cute,” he said, before taking a bite off of it — just the right amount of sweetness with a perfect chewy texture. “Oh my goodness, this is sooo good!”

“Right?” responded Roman. “The bagels here are incredible, I don’t get them anywhere else and it’s not even because of loyalty to the employer or anything.”

Patton leaned in to take a sip of the milkshake next, only to find that Roman had done the same and they were mere inches apart.

He giggled, backing away. “I don’t think you thought the logistics of that very well.”

“I don’t know,” Roman spun the straw around with a smirk. “I think I thought that through just fine.”

Patton didn’t respond, instead opting to take a biscuit as an excuse to look away.

He ended up eating a few of them, and he had to ask Roman what jelly brand they used sometime because wow! He also soon finished his blueberry bagel, which was honestly illegally good all the way through. Picking up another bagel from the plate, he struck up a conversation again.

“So, is the program putting up any new plays soon?”

Roman’s eyes brightened. “Ooh, yes actually! We’re doing The Sound of Music.”

“Ooh, I know that one, raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…” Patton sang.

“Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,” continued Roman, his voice soft and perfectly pitched.

“Aw, your voice is so lovely! You’re a perfect fit for musicals.”

“Ah, thank you!” answered Roman - he averted his eyes, clicking his fingers against the table, and Patton realized he might have actually flustered the other, soon confirmed by the faint blush that tinted Roman’s cheeks.

Patton smiled but didn’t comment on it. “You know, I’d love to watch it, I can tell you’re very talented.” He paused. “Oop, can’t just invite myself to things like that.” Laughing, he rubbed the back of his neck.

“You like musicals, Patton?”

“Sure do!” he chirped. “My favorite is Cats, the performance is so wonderful!”

“I’d say that fits, huh Mr. future vet?”

Patton grinned. “Maybe so.”

“Well, I could never refuse a request from a fan,” said Roman with a smirk. “The play’s in a month, perhaps we could make a day out of it?”

“Deal!” He clapped his hands together. “You could also let me take you out on a date before then, hm?”

“I’ll have to consider that offer, though I warn you, good sir, I have quite high standards.”

Patton snorted. “I’m sure.”

The subject of theater came up again after that, Roman told him about all the preparations they’d done so far, plus the audition process – which sounded way too stressful for Patton, but Roman seemed ecstatic while speaking of it. The exchange ended up heading many ways, their roommates, their programs’ budget, and eventually Roman asked Patton about his aspiration to be a vet. He barely got the chance to stop himself before he went on a delighted rant about it. Roman listened intently, engaging with enthusiastic questions – as if what Patton said was the most interesting thing he’d ever heard – and darn it if that didn’t make him feel giddy. Eventually, the conversation hit its natural lull, and Patton looked to their table, surprised to find it was left with nothing but empty plates — he barely noticed they finished their order while talking. The activity in the diner had died down too, and a glance out the window told him it was rapidly getting dark.

He sighed. “I think I might have to leave already.”

Roman pouted. “So soon?”

“Aw, don’t look so sad,” Patton said, pulling out his cell phone and opening the contact book. He handed it to Roman. “Can I get your number? I’d love to talk with you again.” He smiled.

“And to arrange that date, huh?” Roman took it, typing in his information.

“Wow, you already considered the offer?”

Roman laughed. “Here.”

He handed the phone back and Patton glanced at the contact name.

“Your surname is Prince?”

“Indeed.”

“Aw, that fits!” Patton said as he picked up his things. “Because you’re so charming!”

“Some things are just meant to be.” Roman winked. “Goodbye Patton, see you soon.”

Patton waved as he left the booth, not being able to stop a huge grin from breaking through. “You better!”

He swiftly made his way out of the diner, passing through the brightly colored cyan and pink door — the sky outside was already a good shade of grey, so he’d have to walk faster if he wanted to get home before it was completely dark.

Despite that, he couldn’t find it in him to worry about that at all — not with buzzing excitement under his skin and pretty green eyes in his mind.

What a day, huh?

#royality #roman sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #royalityweek2022

[zwoelffarben]

Highlights from today's DnD session.

It got brought up this session because of new players are entering candlekeep that last session I submitted as my entrence fee to candlekeep a manuscript of My Immortal which in universe Duonee penn'd himself (no harry potter isn't canon: my immortal is an original work in this universe).

I've adopted the York-Jacob school of Orc-lore where you just... say inane shit and slow paint an incoherent picture of the culture you came from.

It's against Duonee's peoples' beliefs to wear helmets (might generalize to headwear of any variety).

It's customary when asking to purchase something to ask for, not the seller's finest wares but their third finest wares; "Angler, I've need of your third finest net."

Duonee is aware of the difference between WIS and INT and calls it "the Fruit Salad Connundrum." His people are aware of tomatos or a similar fruit.

Dounee comes from a culture that at least in part shepherds "tiny sheep, you know, the itty bitty ones." They use fishing nets as one of their means of wrangling the sheep.

Orcs have very good ears and noses. I've not likened them to dogs yet, but bet I'm gonna.

The Linda is a title given to whomever runs a place. Not the person in charge of making decisions, but the person who makes those decisions actually manifest. (He has decided that the reference librarian is candlekeeps The Linda).

I made a kungfu panda reference with, "stairs, my greatest enemy." When the DM said to be mindful of the second floor because the ceiling are quite low, while looking at me because I mentioned earlier that Duonee's kinda tall, I then immediatly riffed myself with, "ceilings my second greatest enemy."

I'm currently of my own free will rolling evens-odds each time I pass the second floor to determine if it I bonk my head..

He's also an abnormally big eater. The mess hall of candlekeep has charcuterie boards set up as a your self style buffet. Duonee heard free food, picked up a whole ass charcuterie board as a plate and filled it up futher with two bowl of soup. He went back for a second board.

Sleepy Leo, a student who was nodding off in repair workshop, was woken up by a wombo combo static zap from echo and Duonee sneaking up next to him and loudly strumming his lute (which he's steel plated so it can also function as a mace). Duonee has developed an immediate platonic crush on Leo.

Duonee's developing a catchphrase of, "ugh, civilians." We'll see if it sticks.

Overhearing a conversation about stealling a book, Duonee casts his net and captures one of the book theives which he then slings over his shoulder and carries down the stairs, presenting it to the reference desk librarian. When asked what the hell he's doing, he says simply, "Book Theif." This results in a back and forth where he insists on his version of events, despite the person in the net being an estemed professor of the keep.

The reference librarian calls in someone with authority to deal with this, who then reveals himself to be in cohoots with the person Duonee had netted. Combat ensues. At the end of combat he simply says, "book theives," presenting them to the reference librarian. The session then wrapped.

#candlekeep mysteries #my character #duonee

[haikyuuu-r-us]

Erm okay so I don't usually do asks fr like that but may I please ask Alpha waka and omega reader. I saw you did omegaverse idk but yeah. Maybe fluff it not idk whatever works with you 🥺🥺👉🏽👈🏽🥺😳

Pt.2: https://haikyuuu-r-us.tumblr.com/post/625551637967175680/unofficial-game-alpha-ushijima-wakatoshi-x

Hell yeah, I do omegaverse, girl that's my JAAAM thanks for asking! <3

Edit: This is now titled- 'Unofficial Game' and this is pt. 1 ❤️

  - Its no surprise that Ushijima Wakatoshi of Shiratorizawa was an incredible alpha. He was agile and strong. He was the Ace and also the Captain of his team. 

  - He was an Alpha. 

  - His team was highly regarded and respected. His team respected him highly. By some, he was considered a prodigy. 

  - Every move he made was calculated to bring him closer to his goal, no distractions allowed. 

  - He had a goal and he was hell-bent on reaching it. 

  -It's no surprise to your fellow students to find that you were an omega. You were rather meek and shy. You kept to yourself on the best of days and purposefully isolated yourself on worse ones.

  - You were an omega. 

  - You had few friends though none went to school here. You were accepted into the school due to exceptional grades and recommendations. The school was seeking to expand into the arts, and in that aspect, you were an excellent starting point. 

  - You won medals in competitions. Never landing below third. You never cared for your medals. In your eyes, it was all subjective. Not to mention you had never been extremely competitive anyhow. 

  - you only desired to see your skills grow and to inspire others to follow their own dreams. 

Essentially, the two of you never should have met, be in any sort of friendship let alone a relationship. The differences were too large, the first years would say. If only they were privy to how you met. 

"Wah?? So you're the new transfer student?" You glanced up from the hallways tiled flooring to search for the voice. When he waved at you and began to jog towards you with a lazy grin marking his features, you slunk back into your oversized school jacket. 

"Yeah...uhm, haha, that's me." You tucked your hair behind your ear nervously. 'He's an alpha.' Although his scent was a weird one, you found his constant seeking you out every morning just to say hi rather endearing. It'd be lying to say you didn't form an itty bitty crush on him at the beginning of your friendship. 

As time went on he became your guide, and a strong brother-like figure to you, showing you parts of the school you had been too nervous to explore by yourself and encouraging you to take pictures when you asked if it was allowed. You were inspired by what you were seeing, you absolutely had to have a reference for later. He continued to guide you, most definitely spinning false and grandeur stories about how each place came to be. He didn't need to be right, it made you laugh and it kept you interested; You stayed interested even when you got to how the gym was built by angels who deemed volleyball a holy sport above all others. 

"Liar." You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand as tears sprang to your eyes at his overdramatic antics. "WHAT? Omega-chaaan! I would never, E V E R! Lie to you!" He shook his head furiously and wagged a finger in your face. He was about to start again but a calm voice interrupted. 

"Oh, there you are. Coach wants to start early with practice." The beta had blonde hair and a bored look on his face. 

"Aw, what? That’s bull- wah! Omega-chan come watch me practice!" He cried waving his arms frantically as you thought it over. 

"I dunno," you eyed the beta male wearily. 

"It's perfect yeah? See, you can practice the Anatoly of us while we play!"

"I think you mean anatomy-"

"Yeah, same thing!"

"I don't even know what that other thing is- stop pushing I'm going, 'Tori!"

He ushered you in and motioned towards the bleachers. He was right you supposed. This would be a good way to practice. 

At you were good at being a wallflower and despite the beta male who ignored your presence, you found yourself comfortable knowing that Tendou would step in should someone give you any issues. 

Wakatoshi stretched quietly in the changing room. Nodding silently at Tendou when he entered and quickly, as though someone was going to give him a medal, stripped himself of his school uniform and into slightly more comfortable training clothes. He was being sloppy and nearly tripping when he pulled his shorts up. 

His brow quirked down but he said nothing, figuring it was more nonsense from the Guess Monster. 

He left the changing room and just as he began to walk over to the storage closet to grab the volleyballs, a new scent filled his senses. Though unnoticed to himself and the other Alpha and betas around him, his pupils dilated ever so slightly. 

His head turned from the handle of the closet to assess the gym. There was an omega here. He could smell her. Somewhere, he raked his gaze across the room and a slight shift of fingers was all it took to have his gaze latch onto you like a magnet to a fridge. 

Your form was small. Knees up to your chest with a book resting on top of them. A pencil clenched in between your fingers. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your chosen seat was high up in the bleachers, hidden ever so slightly behind support that jutted out of the wall. 

He breathed in your scent slowly, allowing the warm sweet scent to roll over his palette. His pupils dilated and adjusted, connecting the sight of you to your soothing scent.

Omega. 

He didn't realize he was making his way closer to you until his body was faced with the prospect of climbing up the bleachers. This time when his gaze landed on you, wide, doe-like orbs stared back. Quickly almost fearfully, your body tensed and you looked away.

Knows her place. 

He narrowed his gaze in a challenging way. Who let you into the gym? Omegas were most definitely not allowed at any other time than official games. They potentially could be major distractions at the very least. You shifted nervously, and your fingers flipped through a few pages. 

Her fingers were shaking. 

"Ne~Omega-chan you have to watch!"

Of course, it had been Tendou. Of course, he would let in an omega. 

He turned away, ignoring your presence, for now, Tendou would cause mayhem otherwise, especially if he thought you'd be forced to leave. 

The game went well. In fact, Tendou was most definitely showing off the entire time, calling out for your praise and attention. 

Though he didn't find himself drowning in curiosity, he still listened closely when Semi asked Tendou about the shy omega. 

"That your omega, 'Tori?" That was a new nickname. 

"Nah, she’s my friend! She's shy and stuff so I don't think she had anyone else. She looked lonely so ' voila '!" 

"You're supposed to form friendships through common interests and tastes-"

Tendou stared in confusion. Semi sighed and rubbed his temples. Reon and Goshiki piped up out of curiosity helping to explain exactly what Semi meant. 

Lakatos didn't bother to hear the rest. Instead, he went to join the first years in the gym, supervising them to ensure they didn’t fool around instead of cleaning. While they scrambled to gather everything up he searched for the omega, despite her lingering scent, he saw nothing. Then again, before he could complete his scan, a volleyball rolled and bumped into his ankle.

He kneeled and picked it up, testing the pressure in his hands. He was about to toss the ball back to the first year who dropped it, but he caught sight of you from his peripheral, and before he even fully realized why his inner alpha commanded him to do it, he found himself lining up to set. 

Throw. Run. Jump. Slam the ball. Hard. Harder than needed. Put force into it. Strongest Alpha. The strongest. 

His knees bent when he landed. The echo of the ball landing was still reverberating throughout the gym, the air was thick with unknown tension and no first-year dared to speak. The ball slowly rolled back towards him, and once more he picked it up. Except for this time he turned and handed the ball to the kid that dropped it. Instinctually his gaze searched for your face among the first years who know were shutting everything down. 

You were looking at him too. The moment he locked eyes with your own, you shot your gaze downwards to stare at your feet. 

She's respectful. 

Slowly and shakily staring at the other third years locking up, you gave a weak chuckle and muttered softly, "uhm, so I'm assuming you're the captain?" 

The moment you shifted your gaze back his spine straightened further and his chest puffed out slightly. Unnoticeable to anyone but himself. You were... Affecting him. 

"Indeed." His eyes drifted across your form. He was never one to really notice omegas despite being an Alpha male himself and having plenty of fangirls, he never really, truly noticed any of them. He especially never bothered to assess their form like he was currently doing to you. His eyes slid to your face again, watching as your lips moved as you spoke, the words barely processing. 

Her scent. 

After receiving no answer to Tendou's whereabouts you glanced at his face again, though with more caution this time. 

Her eyes. 

Little did you know, the way your eyes peeked at him beneath your lashes, the way your brows pinched together and especially the way your lips parted in concern, all were sending his Alpha into a tailspin. His heart began to steadily beat faster, the same tempo would beat before a good matchup. 

It was only the snicker from his right-hand side that brought him out of it.

Tendou. 

"Don't worry about him omega-chan! He's just dense." You laughed nervously attempted to shift the attention back to Tendou instead of yourself. 

That's right, you were there for Tendou. 

He realized late that night, before he went to bed, that the real reason his Alpha demanded that one spike, the real reason his adrenaline couldn't seem to leave him be, even hours later, that his Alpha was proving to you, convincing you really, he, Waktoshi Ushijima, was the strongest. He was the captain. The Ace. His breaths picked up slightly when he recalled the way your lips formed the word 'captain'. 

All he knew now was that he wanted you to call him 'alpha' next.

(Looks like I got a bit carried away with this one lol)

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[dorki-c]

Fuck him up (if he hurts you)

Characters: Dabi, Fem.(Reader), Toga, Mr. Compress, Giran

Relationship: Dabi and (Reader)

A/N: Hey! I’m finally done with this one! Whoop! Whoop! It took a little while but I’m glad its done because to be honest...I really enjoyed writing this, but, I have other things that require my attention. Also! Happy belated bday Dabi!

 As always, PLEASE REBLOG AND LIKE! (ALSO COME JOIN MY VALENTINES EVENT, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS CLICK HERE!)

TW: Threatening, Swearing and Cheating

Does anybody know the stages of getting over your cheating significant other?

It all starts out with denial- how bittersweet that filthy fucking word is-, although it doesn’t last long, when once you managed to eat at least five tubs of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream whilst watching the last show of some shitty soap opera, the next stage comes to bite your ass, anger- also known as throwing or burning your exe’s belongings that they left; however, I prefer burning it (they won’t be able to sell it if they come back).

Once those first two (rather tough) stages fly pass, this third one was like hitting the jackpot for me, but probably not for you, as the mental gamble caused lots of sexually frustrated people to bargain- to play the dice, you shall, but even gamblers don’t use the ‘third time is the charm’ as its utter bullshit- and then--!

OH GOD, HERE COMES FIVE MORE TUBS OF BEN & JERRY’S ICECREAM! THIS ONE IS A REAL KICKER! SOMEBODY HELP ME! THE LIVING ROOM IS FUCKING FLOODING WITH DEPRESSION- Yup, that was you five tubs of ice cream ago, maybe some chocolate might help…

At last, when the cleaning crew arrived, and you managed to accept- with the sunshine glowing down on your skin after four long stages of shit- with the fresh thought of buying a couple dresses that you saw on sale from that one adorable itty bitty corner shop.

But I’m not like that.

And here’s why in (you guessed it) 5 stages.

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1. Discovery.

Rolling their shoulders backwards, a blanket fell backwards as a tall silhouette ghosted from the bedroom door that they left open.

When the bathroom light blinked to life, (y/n) faintly heard the screeching of the door shut on itself. Though, she knew her beloved boyfriend had to go to ‘work’, what she didn’t know was who made his phone ping at 7:15 in the morning.

Scooting over to the opposite side of the bed, blankets stuck to sweat-ridden skin as they coiled around her legs similarly to a snake and ensnared them to stay stuck and stationary. The plush pillows tried to lull her back to sleep. However, (y/n) wasn’t having any of it.

Reaching out to grab Dabi’s phone- even if he didn’t give you permission- the time was as you predicted, though the contents of his notifications bleeping up was something you didn’t predict. The background of his lock screen was something to behold as it was a picture of your concentrated form doodling in a sketchbook whilst a pale white cup stood beside two fresh slices of cake.

Shakily revealing the messaging app, there was around four or five unknown contacts, all listed under the people’s numbers.

Though one of them caught your eye.

Opening the chatroom, your free hand clutched the blankets.

Dabi is going to regret making you break the way you did that morning.

(He has no choice in doing so.)

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2. Kicking the asshole out.

“Toga…?  C-can you come over, please.”

The TV presented the small-town news that had little to no intervention though that didn’t mould the female into a wish less mess where a gentle hand went to work and smooth out ensnared knots. “Are you okay now, (y/n)-chan?” You never heard Toga murmur before, but that’s the perks of being alive now.

(Y/n) released the trembling bubble of air out of her lungs and into the atmosphere, readying herself for that front door to open. Shaking your head to respond to Toga’s question, a small huff was released out of the other female’s chest.

The blonde female knew why you still weren’t okay.

Whoever walks through that door will have a profound effect on whatever will happen to (y/n).

However, with the slight nudge of her friend’s hand pinching the side of her sensitive waist, a yelp was released in surprise whereas the blonde villain giggled at the reaction. “Your so easy to scare, (y/n)-chan!” Toga loved to tease you, but in this time frame it wasn’t to make you feel uncomfortable but rather the opposite.

She wanted to make your thunder stricken heart rumble with rage in an unknown and bizarre way- but to also remind that you weren’t alone-, though, you had this bubbly and extra crazy best friend who brought over too many sweets for your stomach to handle alongside the annoyance that you hadn’t noticed Dabi’s strange and desolate nature.

As Toga picked up another opened bag of candy (I think they were ‘eclairs’), unwrapped the golden covering as the crinkling plastic fumbled like sparks dancing across the fingers in a tantalising rhythm. In an attempt to grab the bag, Toga was about to throw it across the room so you could get off her because, and I quote “You’re killing me with your weight!”, how lovely that compliment is for somebody who’s blood is like a glacier falling apart after a storm chipped the exterior and revealed the icy truth underneath.

And may God cover their eyes, as that chilling sharp edge at the tip of the glacier crumbles under Mother Nature’s will (so does the female when the familiar screech of the door revealing whoever is walking through reaches her ears).

Sluggishly dripping back onto the couch where at least three of the seven stocked up with fluff blankets- wrapped around drooped shoulders- had slid onto the floor, Toga made an effort to pick them up and stuff (piling) them next to the drowsy (y/n).

“I’m home, dollface!” A familiar voice hollered.

When both of the female’s heard that voice, there was no turning back to the past.

(Y/n) glanced to a duffel bag next to the couch, then glanced towards the teenager’s sinking rage as the blonde’s lips started to slip into a scowl.

A step almost turned into two, however, was held back by the puffy eyed female. “C-c-can I handle this…please?” They whimpered.

Toga really needs to gain a resistance to (y/n) cuteness when she’s sad.

Grabbing the duffel bag, two slippers shuffled (real smooth) around the couch to enter the hallway that led to the front door. Exactly where Dabi was about to take off his shoes.

“I recommend not taking your shoes off.” The pair of blue eyes looked up in confusion. “What? So, I can’t take off my own shoes in our home?” It sounded like a tease, but what if there was another meaning behind it?

Dabi, however, knew that familiar look of sharp-edges eyes where the glossy swirling of a singular emotion led to- and his teasing didn’t make the situation, he’s found himself in, any more light-hearted.

“This isn’t your home anymore,” Hissed (y/n), where (the fuck) did she get that attitude from?

“Who told you that you can throw me o—” The heavy duffel bag clutched in (y/n) clammy hands thud against Dabi’s chest, where his feet slid against the front door’s matt- his legs trembled at the impact the bag had on his chest- along with the rising cough that caught up to him after fleeing from a hero.

“Nobody—told me what to do.” Another sniff ensued, “But, I figured out the truth.” An eyebrow twitched upwards in anticipation as his hand bawled against his hip.

“Then tell me, what’s this big ass ‘truth’ you figured out?” Retorted the male with turquoise eyes watching her head droop towards the ground to hide something.

Raising it after a momentary pause, she glowered “You’re a bloody cheater, Touya.” When tears stained the red canvas again.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about…” Voice as nonchalant as shallow murky river water, “Do you even realise why I did it?” Rolling his eyes, two fingers wormed their way towards a special ring on her left hand before it hit the ground.

“I don’t want to know why.”

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3. Jealousy

It was sudden, quick, and loud how Toga came into your (lonely) apartment.

Bang went the door against the wall and crash went the multiple shoes from the shoe cabinet as they thudded against the floor.

“(Y/N)-CHAN! I HAVE GOOD NEWS!” Her shout was louder than the moans you would usually make when it was a pleasurable night with your (new) ex, however you shouldn’t dwell on past relationships.

Only moving your eyes slightly from the book gripped tightly in your hands, Toga sauntered over holding a suspiciously large bag, this only led one ping-pong ball bouncing back to another ping-pong ball within the crevasses of your mind.

Placing a ripped piece of paper in the book, it snapped shut, “Who did you kill?” questioned (y/n)- knowing that when Toga finds something, she will resort to violence, no matter the cost-, however the sweet smile presented as a defence for whatever action she committed was enough dull your concern.

 “Not telling ya!” Then getting a knife out- wait, where did that even come from-, Toga stabbed into the black plastic bag and tore it open with many- I mean tons- of clothes sliding out of the bag and becoming a miniature avalanche in the small space that is your living room.

“…H-how?” Sputtered (y/n), Toga replied: “Big sis’ Mags let us borrow some of her clothes!”

(Y/n) can only imagine how Toga managed to convince Magne to let her borrow some clothes off her, and by clothes, (y/n) could only assume its short skirts and dresses.

“But!” Added Toga, “we have to wait for Mr.C to pop up!”

Great, even Mr. Compress knows about your breakup with Dabi.

“Fine.”

.

.

.

Sitting pretty on a kitchen chair, a small brush lightly dabbed a small hint of colour against the rooftop of your eyes. “Why are we doing this, again?” Murmured the relaxed female as a small dress laid boringly over the torso where it edged closely to showing the backside of her thighs.

Chuckling in response to her inquisitive comment, the villain grabbed liquid eyeliner, although it was smacked out of his hand and replaced with pencil eyeliner matched with a scowl from his subject.

“Liquid eyeliner is cursed, don’t get that shit near me.”

“My, my, even somebody as classy as I wouldn’t offensively smack such an object—”

Oh boy, here we go again.

“Shush, I could easily get Big Sis Magne to beat your ass if you use that tone with me, sir.”— “Oh heavens no! I think Magne would pick my side out of the two of us!”— “Oh really now?”— “I believe—”

Another door slammed open and in stormed Toga in a confident catwalk down the hallway just to profoundly exclaim; “NOPE! SHE’LL CHOOSE ME AS THE CHOSEN ONE!”

Cue the laughter.

.

.

.

Before the sun was ready to roll itself out of the closet, the patchwork villain made his way under the thick cover of darkness to a certain broker’s office.

Pushing it open to let the light of the office room scream in his eyes before he even had the chance to speak, the older male that greeted him, offered him a seat.

“Hey Dabi, what brings you here to my humble abode?” Giran spoke out as the glistening cup of coffee placed in front of the wanderer reflected the light into its murky brown ripples. “I need you to trace this number to its origin, and quick.” Anxiously sliding his phone to showcase your number, the broker twitched his brow upwards.

“First and foremost, where’s the cash?” A thick wad of yen slammed against the table.

“Happy now?”— “Very much so!” Scowling at Giran’s happy chirp, the broker worked his magic on the burner phone to effectively trace the number back to your location, where Dabi soon enough made his way towards the destination you were at.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this…

Nor why he still keeps the ring…

However, he knows what he’s going to say next.

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4.  Anger

Simmering and low crackles of something in the kitchen of your apartment awoke the female from her drunken slumber.

What was being made and why does it smell so familiar? The waft of the meal being created swarmed the first stimulant within the hungover mind of yours truly as the wavering warmth rustled around your legs in an unspoken persuasive whisper to stay in bed.

However, curiosity killed the cat and also brought it back.

Two feet tapped the floor in alerted silence.

Tiptoeing across the room, a hand clenched the side of the doorway when two eyes surfed the surroundings outside of her den.

The sizzling stopped, with a small snap of fire going out.

At the same time this happened, it was then when she figured out who was in her kitchen: Him.

Him, with his tall stance that could make for a ladder to climb on or him with his broad shoulders that look like they were bricks squished underneath his skin, where his paired raven hair familiarly spiked up.

“What are you doing here?” If it wasn’t for the delicious food he was making, then you would’ve killed him on sight. A lacklustre glance at the female, he uses one of her spatulas to move the bacon from the frying pan onto a plate with plump golden coloured scrambled eggs.

“You were drunk, I brought you home, and am now making your hangover breakfast.” Placing the plate next to your arm resting against the counter, with another glance in your direction, Dabi made a finishing blow in the words of: “Since you can’t cook for shit.”

Oh boy, he knows you too well to expect your immediate reaction: anger.

From the built-up rage that started to stack up from days of unrest (and being bloated because of the several tubs of Bens & Jerry’s ice cream), it all started to splutter out of control.

“Oh-- So now your fucking attacking me after the shit you put me through?”

“Why should you know?” (Y/n) turned sour at his comment, “’Why’ I should know?!”

From the nearest counter, there was an empty glass. You took advantage of the potential weapon held it up ready for it to slam against the ground.

“(Y/n) -- put the glass down.” Warned the patchwork male.

With the tips of her ears feeling ever so hot, it felt like the pressure escalating within her ears caused only for her protests to be heard even through the pause of silence.

“(Y/n).” A small twitch of one of his feet made (y/n) flinch backwards. “Com’ on, I know you don’t want to hurt me.” He took another step toward, her grip tightened on the glass cup.

“Do you even know why I’m here?”

“No,” Moving her hand higher, Dabi took another step forward, (Y/n) took another step back, “And I don’t want to kno—” Blubbering a bit of salvia as the female attempted to speak, though it was incoherently heard through squished cheeks.

“Listen, for fucks sake,” Electric blue eyes pierced into your soul like a spear, it’s quite hilarious: You once loved those blue eyes of his, you once worshipped the feeling of his eyes raking down your nude body before- as they took in the sight of pleasure squirming and tightening underneath those diligently flexible fingers-, but those days are over.

He can worship your goddamn forgiveness if he’s going to restrain you like this.

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5. Forgiveness

“That’s what happened.”

Two legs of your own were crossed over each other like two birds of a feather.

“Are you being honest with me?”

His hand tapped the table as he sat across from you.

“Yes, I’m being honest.”

Breathing inwards and releasing a slow, practiced breath. She glanced at the male’s awaiting expression.

“Okay…”

Biting his ruined lip, the raven-haired male let out a breath of relief.

“Will you forgive me?”

She wishes she could.

“I’m not so sure yet…”

Dabi looked to the side to see (y/n) with both of his eyes.

“But, I’ll give you one last try.”

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[themonotonysyndrome]

Excluding Octavinelle and Pomefiore... how would the other five of the Great Seven Dorms react when their Vice Dorm Leaders read the text from Jade on the group chat about Baby!Yuu being missing from Ramshackle? I bet that Trey would tell Riddle about it as they both know that Ace and Deuce were supposed to be babysitting Baby!Yuu with Grim so the first two would probably go over to Ramshackle with Cater coming along with them and the Third Year would end up showing everyone there Vil’s Magicam account with pictures of Baby!Yuu since Cater would not be Cater if he does not go onto Magicam and that he does follow Vil there... so what would everyone’s reactions be about that? What would Neige’s reaction be when he checks out Vil’s latest Magicam posts since the former probably also follows the latter there?

[Shady Unagi: Good afternoon. Apologies for my sudden text. I’d like to ask if anyone has seen Yuu.]

[Me: Itty-bitty baby Yuu? He’s at Ramshackle with Ace, Deuce and Grim! Why you ask?]

[Mr.Batty-chan: It’s the Octavinelle turn to take care of their lover, Cater-kun.]

[Me: Oh, lol. Wait - how did you know it was me Lilia-chan?]

[Mr.Batty-chan: Fufu, I have my ways~]

[Space Jam, but at the desert: He means that you’re predictable, Diamond-san. You should give Clover-san his phone back.]

[Me: In a bit! Trey is busy doing paperwork with Riddle to noticed that I have his phone~]

[Me: Anyway, how’s Yuu? Did the juniors remember to feed him?]

[Shady Unagi: I could only hope so unless they would like Floyd to squeeze them further.]

[Dandelion man, take me by the hand: Why are you guys spamming the chat group?]

[Space Jam, but at the desert: Scroll up]

[Dandelion man, take me by the hand: Got it. The idiot trio lost Yuu, huh]

[Space Jam, but at the desert: Well, he’s not here at Scarabia. Kalim would want to throw a feast for him if he’s here...]

[Me: He’s not at the Rose Maze either!]

[Dandelion man, take me by the hand: Same for Savanaclaw. One of the meatheads would’ve smelled him.]

[Mr.Batty-chan: I’ve told the Diasomnia students to keep an eye out for the child. Malleus is searching for him as we speak. I’ll have my bats scout around as well.]

[Real Boi 2001: Good morning, everyone! Big brother woke up from his naps because of the chat group’s notification pings and told me to mute it. I’ve informed him of the missing Directing Student! 

[Me: Thank you, Ortho-kun!]

[Shady Unagi: Then... the only one left is...]

[Me: Does anyone know where Rook is?]

[Mr.Batty-chan: Pomefiore most likely]

[Dandelion man, take me by the hand: Or stalking Leona-san. Again.]

[Space Jam, but at the desert: Nope. He’s at Pomefiore right now. Vil is using Yuu for clouts.]

[Me: WAT]

Heartslabyul’s Reaction: 

After reading Jamil’s text (and yes, Cater change the contact names in Trey’s phone), Cater immediately takes out his own phone to check his Magicam account. And true enough, the number 1 currently trending are pictures of Vil and Baby!Yuu in different poses and clothes - all of them were very artfully shot with warm lightings to bestow a sort of comforting and gentle tone to each picture. 

Everyone is talking about it. Everyone is throwing #s around - especially the #DaddyVil one. Ovaries everywhere in Twisted Wonderland exploded. Parents are even sharing pictures of their babies online! 

Cater made sure to liked every single Vil & Yuu’s pictures before rushing to Riddle’s bedroom where he and Trey are at. 

Needless to say that Riddle nearly spills his tea when Cater slams open the door. The Dorm Leader was about to chatise Cater on his poor manners but all words left him when he saw the pictures. 

“Trey, Cater.” 

“...Yes, Riddle?”

“...Yes, Dorm Leader?”

“Weren’t Ace, Deuce and Grim supposed to take care of Yuu at Ramshackle?” 

Trey and Cater shared an uneasy yet meek grin - knowing what is about to happen. 

Together, they dutifully reply, “Yes, Dorm Leader.” 

And thus, the three of them march towards Ramshackle to punish the juniors plus Grim and maybe even educate them on how to keep a better eye on a baby. By the end of the day, Adeuce + Grim would be collared. 

Savanaclaw’s Reaction: 

Honestly, most of the students there sigh in relief, knowing that Rook is too busy taking care of Baby!Yuu to chase or stalk them for once!

And as per usual, Leona slept through the drama blissfully while Ruggie idly wonders as he oversees Savanaclaw’s Magift practise if the seafood trio would fight Vil and Rook for Baby!Yuu custody. 

All in all, they hold the ‘not my circus, not my monkeys’ mentality during this drama. 

Scarabia’s Reaction:

Jamil’s main priority now is to ensure that Kalim never finds out that Baby!Yuu is missing or about Vil’s pictures on Magicam. Why you ask? Because then Kalim would want to take photos with Baby!Yuu and post it on his Magicam account next and Jamil could already foresee and feel the headaches on how the internet would react to it! 

The netizens now wonder just where the fuck did Vil got a baby to model with him because the zealous fans have pointed out that the studio that he used bears Pomefiore’s wallpaper and interior architecture. 

Jamil really doesn’t want Kalim to add more fuel to the fire. 

Ignihyde’s Reaction: 

After Ortho reported what happened and showed him the series of texts, Idia cackled. They lost the baby and now the Directing Student is basically insta-famous online? This sounds like one of his slice-of-life animes! 

He gives Ortho full access to his surveillance cameras around NRC to keep an eye on Baby!Yuu with a request to snap pictures of the seafood and Heartslabyul trio ‘punishing’ Adeuce + Grim. 

Hell, might also snap a few candid photos of Vil and Baby!Yuu too!

Diasomnia’s Reaction: 

The moment Lilia informed him that Baby!Yuu was missing, Malleus flew out alongside his bats. Not knowing that if he just wait for a damn second, Lilia would add that Baby!Yuu is safe and well-taken care of in Pomefiore. 

Oh well. Lilia supposed that it’s good that Malleus exercise once in a while!

Lilia called off the search once he saw Vil’s pictures and seeing him carrying and posing with Baby!Yuu tugs on his heartstrings. Oh, he wants to take care of Baby!Yuu too! 

If anything, he’s more qualified to take care of him since he basically raised Malleus, Silver and Sebek!

And that gives him an idea. Lilia would personally fly after Malleus and convinced him that Baby!Yuu should spend a day and night at Diasomnia with them! Wouldn’t that just be wonderful? They could even have a little sleepover! Think of the fun things that they could do! 

Welp. It wasn’t hard to persuade Malleus. The idea of spending time with his best friend is always a good time in his book. 

Chaos immediately break out when both Octavinelle and Diasomnia storm into Pomefiore for Baby!Yuu. As for Vil and Rook? They ain’t gonna give Baby!Yuu up because clearly, no one could take care of him better than them! 

...And Lilia took that personally lol. 

Bonus round: Neige’s reaction:

It was a beautiful and perfect day for Neige. He just finished a class and was handed a near-perfect grade on his latest quiz paper - but it’s ok though. He promises himself that he would study and work hard more, just like Vi-kun! 

It was during lunch time that Ellis, Immad and Muqazi showed him Vil’s and Baby!Yuu’s pictures on his social media. Several of Neige’s fans already tag him, asking him about his opinion on the pictures and if he would ever model for a baby clothing company. 

Neige instantly fell in love with the pictures! He never thought that Vi-kun looks such a handsome and warm father! He wasted no time to throw in his supports, compliments and comments on each and every one of the pictures. 

Neige even saved some of the pictures because he had never seen Vil in this light before. Usually, Vil exudes a god-like beauty demeanour - untouched by the world and unbothered by any obstacles on his path. So to see him like this? Does that mean that Vil is a lot more approachable now? Neige has been trying to get closer to him over the years but to no avail. Their relationship is strictly professional and it saddens Neige. 

Hey, actually, maybe Vil is more open to talking to him if he sees Neige upload his own photos with a baby?? Yeah! He’s definitely planning to do so!

#Monotony's rambling #twisted wonderland #And so the adventures of Baby!Yuu continues!

[eepytheartist]

TTTE: Magic Beyond the Engine

Greetings guys, gals, nonbinary pals and everyone in between. Welcome to the Information Page of TTTE: Magic Beyond the Engine, where you can get context to whatever the hell I post on here. There’s a lot and much is subject to change, so buckle up butter cups because we’re going for a ride.

Table o’ Contents

1. Basic Story

2. Characters

3. Personal Headcanons

4. Canonical Relationships within TTTE: MBtE

5. Other Notes

6. Link

I) Basic Story

   Several years ago in the year 20XX, a facility located in [REDACTED] was doing experiments involving a mysterious golden substance and what it could do for the human race. Its goal was to eliminate the need for high-maintenance engines to save money. However, much of what was done ended up being a total flop, except for one. A little girl, Madison [REDACTED] was the only successful trial the facility was able to produce. This girl didn’t know why or how she even got here, but knew that her family didn’t want her, and instead gave her up to this [probably very illegal] facility. For years the scientists running the experiment pushed her to her limits, training her to pull lines of cars weighing several tons. They were delighted by what she could do. They had finally compacted the strength and speed of an engine into a human. However, bad luck struck as the facility went belly up, when Madison was 21. News of the facility spread, and so did news about her. Humanity didn’t take her well, and she was labeled an outcast. Though, in the light of things with her negative fame, Sir Topham Hatt found out about her and thought she’d be a wonderful addition to the railway along with the new tank engine he just bought! So she was picked up by this cheeky little shit, and her story working alongside sentient engines unfolded.

II) Characters

   A) Thomas

      The one who picked up Maddy. He was awfully confused by her, but respected her nonetheless. Still his cheeky self that everyone seems to just adore, Thomas quickly became best friends with her, protecting her whenever she needed it. Thomas sometimes gets a little too cheeky, and pushes her off the edge. Pranks ensue and Thomas is usually left bumbling for apologies. Who knew something so small could be so dangerous. He also commonly gets called ‘Tommy’ by the wee lass, something he absolutely despises. It only fuels her need to use it.

         1) When human, Thomas stands at about 5′ 7″ or 170 centimeters. He’s clad in a simple hoodie that matches his paintwork with a big 1 on the back, and plain khakis. He wishes he could have something else, but he doesn’t get paid and his driver and fireman refuse to lend him money. His hair is fluffy and rather short and is a few shades darker than his paintwork. Maddy likes to braid it when she’s bored and he hates it. Her favorite part though, besides honking his bulbous nose like he was a clown like she does with James, is his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of ocean blue. If he wasn’t such a shit, she’d get lost. He can’t brag though, she basks in all the colors her friends have. 

“Why does she get to swear and I don’t? It’s not fair!” ~T

“Maddy’s an adult, Thomas.” ~E

“Well so am I you old fart!” ~T

   B) Maddy

      Little Maddy. Don’t call her Madison, she hates it with a passion and refuses to explain why. She currently stands at the age of 21, but looks much younger. She had overheard at the facility that a side effect of the mystery stuff was that she aged like an engine, so she could be around for hundreds of years if she wasn’t stupid. At just 5′ 3′’ or 160 centimeters, Maddy is the shortest out of all the engines on the railway, even Bill and Ben. Her hair is a medium shade of brown, kind of long, and it mostly covers one of her eyes, which are, as Thomas describes, “As if the sky could make steel.”. Shy when you first meet her, Maddy is quick to come out of her shell and be just as much of a shithead as Thomas and as angry as James, if not worse than the two combined. Her outfit was rather simple, a dark scarlet hoodie with her number on it, and dark grey or black leggings. She liked it that way, she looked good and it was flexible and comfy. When she first arrived with Thomas, she felt something click with James, despite him being an utter jackass to her. After begrudgingly showing her around and having to shunt trucks, the duo became good acquaintances. It wasn’t until after James’ accident that the two became best friends, being asshats together and generally being a happy sight. He’s the one Maddy is generally seen with if she’s not working on her own. Soon enough, though, something started brewing within her heart.

“Ah crumbs, he’s in a mood.” ~T

“James is always in a mood.” ~M

“Fuck both of you.” ~J

   C) Edward

      Ah, Old Iron. He was there when Thomas and Maddy first arrived to the island. Like most that laid eyes on her, his main worry is that she was itty bitty. Usually calm and collected unless something goes majorly wrong, Edward was quick to unknowingly swoop her under his wings. When Thomas started poking fun at him for being fatherly, Edward nearly keeled over. An engine can’t father a human, can they? He guessed they could as soon after Maddy just gave a shrug and accepted the Number 2 as her father, after being given away by her own. It didn’t take long for Edward to actually father her, asking how her day was, sometimes folding her laundry, comforting her, scolding Maddy James, y’know, dad stuff. He earned the name ‘Dadward’ from her, and his heart melts every time she says it.

         1) As a human, Edward looks like a kindly old man and a youngin’ at the same time. He stands just a bit shorter than James at 6′ or 183 centimeters. With short, almost midnight-blue hair, Edward is the perfect gentleman. He even has a small pair of gold glasses that set snuggly on his nose. His eyes are a lovely shade of steel blue, something he gets flustered about when Maddy compliments him. His outfit consists of a white dress shirt with a dark blue tie, a blazer matching his paintwork with his number on his right arm and dark grey dress pants. He’s not usually in his human form, but when he is, Maddy unusually asks for a lot of hugs..

“Will you two leave her be?” -E

“But look how red her face is!” P&T

“FUCK THE LOT OF YOU-” ~M

   D) James

      Ah, James. One half of what his friends call “The Red Disasters”. He’s still his normal, vain ass self. He has a soft side, everyone knows it but virtually no one can get to it. Except Maddy, who can get to it quite easily. Though, when they first met, all he did was make fun of her. Well, they made fun of each other, but still. They had the complete opposite of favorite jobs, they still do and always will. James loves pulling coaches, she hates it. She loves trucks, he despises it and always tries to weasel his way out. It usually doesn’t work. He’s earned many nicknames from her: Jamsey, Jimbo, Buzzy, Buzzy Butt, the list grows. Two of them came from the mistake about telling her the story about the bees, the other.he’s not too sure. What he is sure of, though, is that Jimbo has spread than to more than just her and he hates it. It fuels her though, so he’s gotta be careful. Originally, though, James didn’t know what to think of her. After the accident, his boiler felt all fluttery and he pushed it down to just being ill. He had to learn the hard way about what romantic love was. He knew how to flirt, it got people to love him more! But what that flirting did, though, he was completely foreign to.

         1) At 6′2′’ or 188 centimeters, James stands as the third tallest among the main eight. When he still had his black livery, James’ human form basically had him looking like what I can simply describe as a butler, though he had a vest and a red tie instead of all black. After, though, he had quite the change. His long, black hair now had dyed red tips and his right ear had a cute little heart piercing. Hair covers most of his left eye, which is what Maddy lovingly described as, “You managed to make the color of red rust beautiful.”. He thinks his hair looks cool only according to Maddy. He usually wears a long-sleeve, dark red button-up shirt with three dark grey stripes on both arms and grey pads on his shoulders. His number was sewn onto his left breast. Maddy pokes fun at him for looking like a band geek, but she nonetheless likes it. His outfit is simply finished off with grey pants. Sometimes, though, he’s seen wearing a solid red hoodie that Maddy got him. He won’t admit that it’s his favorite piece of clothing.

“Honey Bee, you’re acting irrational-” ~J

“DON’T MAKE ME GET THE BEES-” ~M

“NOT THE BEES-” ~J

   E) Gordon

      There isn’t much to say about Gordon. He’s his usual, grumpy self. We all know deep down he’s a good engine, though. Gordon’s...rather indifferent about Maddy. He doesn’t dislike her, but he doesn’t see her appeal either. Nonetheless, she’s an awesome part of the team. She does the most important job: listening to James bitch so they don’t have to. Of course, though, like the rest of the team, he’ll defend her if need be. Gordon has a heart, he just doesn’t like to show it.

         1) Gordon’s the tallest, at 6′8′’ or 203 centimeters. Everything about his human form is perfect. His hair is just a tad darker than Edward’s and a teeny bit shorter. He keeps it slicked back most of the time, but it’s hilarious when he has bed head. Maddy got a picture once and sent it to James just in case he forced her to delete it. Just like most of her friends, Gordon’s eyes were her favorite, they were a blue similar to his hair, but a few shades lighter. Maddy remembers a time she complimented them and Gordon puffed away all red in the face. His outfit consists of a three piece suit, in his paintwork color of course, a white shirt and a red tie. His number is on his right breast.

“The Express isn’t that important.” ~M

“Why I’ll tell you-” ~G

“Is her intent just to piss him off?” ~E

“Yes. It’s both of ours.” ~J

   E) Henry

      Maddy’s favorite engine besides James. Thomas is insulted that he isn’t even considered one of her favorites. Henry gushed over her the first time she came. He must protect the small. Love the small. If James suddenly didn’t exist, Henry would be her go-to. She adored puffing through the forest with him, looking at all the trees and wildlife. Maddy would take pictures of flowers she’d find while strolling through and Henry would just ooze over them. Once she showed him a photo of a squirrel holding a wild flower under an oak tree whose leaves were just started to turn different colors, and the big engine cried with joy. He requested she print the picture out so his driver could carry it for him, and she did. It was his absolute favorite.

         1) 6′6″ or 198 centimeters, what a height to be. At second tallest, Henry is the definition of a gentle giant. His resting face looks nervous, but he’s usually not nervous at all. His hair is a forest green, not too short, not too long. Actually, Maddy’s favorite part of him is his chicken-wing bangs. Of course she loves his eyes, which are a lovely jade green, but the bangs take the cake, Whenever they hang out, she likes to play with them when he talks about plants. He finds it comforting. His outfit is literally just a more modest and fancier workman’s outfit, but matching his livery, with his number on his right breast. It made sense, since he was usually one to do heavy work.

“You don’t like the rain either?” ~H

“The last time I went out in the rain I derailed Percy.” ~M

“Why were you even out in the rain!? You’d catch a cold!” ~E

“Fat Man said I was the only one available and told me to suck it up. I did catch a cold. James tried making me soup, remember?” ~M

“What do you mean tried..?” ~H

“He forgot to cook the chicken beforehand. I got salmonella.” ~M

“So that’s why you were bedridden and wouldn’t talk to him for a week after..” ~H

   G) Percy

      Ah, little shit number two. Thomas’ partner in crime. When he first met Maddy when he arrived, he teased her relentlessly for being short-tempered and short in general. After giving him the silent treatment though, Percy was a bit nicer. He and Thomas still tease her plenty enough, but they tease about things she usually won’t kick their asses for. He likes Maddy now. Plain and simple.

         1) Second shortest, 5′5″ or 165 centimeters. He holds those two inches with pride. Percy uses them against Maddy very frequently. Maddy won’t hurt him though. She physically can’t. His little baby face, those big ol’ light green eyes, that short light green hair, his cute little outfit [which consists of a shamrock colored shirt, black suspenders held up by gold buttons, and dark green shorts]. If he was any smaller Maddy would die. James sometimes gets jealous by how much she gushes over Percy, but doesn’t exactly blame her. Percy’s adorable and he damn well knows it.

“Ha, you’re short.” ~P

“You’re short too.” ~M

“I’m taller than you.” ~P

“Won’t be for long when I take your kneecaps.” ~M

   H) Emily

   Ah, Emily. The first girl engine she met. They made damn good friends, too. They gossiped whenever they had a chance. Maddy usually talked about shit James has said, and Emily just gossips about anything and everything. They were will to throw hands for each other, with Emily more willing to for Maddy. Maddy would throw hands just as an excuse to do it. Emily still loves her, though.

         1) Emily currently stands at 5′8″ or 173 centimeters. She isn’t as girly as she looks, either. Her hair is short, with half of it buzzed off. Maddy would describe her as someone punk-ish. Of course Emily’s personality doesn’t reflect that at all, she just chose to look like it. She’s the only other engine besides James to have piercings, usually with two black on on the top of her ears and hoop earrings to pay honor to her engine build. Emily was a little more casual than her friends, usually seen wearing a simple green dress matching her livery. Her eyes were a very dark grey, almost black, with flecks of brass scattered in there. Maddy told her once that she was the prettiest girl she’s every seen and Emily nearly crashed.

“James being a bitch again?” ~Em

“What do you mean again?” ~M

“I can hear you.” ~J

“I know.” ~M

   I) Others

      Other characters consist of secondary characters within the story who do not play as big a role. There are a few who teeter on the edge between primary and secondary characters, such as Duck, Donald, Douglas, Diesel, Diesel 10, and Lady. They play an important role, but not enough so to have their own descriptions. Diesel’s..y’know, Diesel, the twins think of Maddy as their long-lost sister, Duck..well, they like to poke fun at James together when he’s not droning about the Great Western Railway, Diesel 10′s goal is to get her to say something about Lady, and Lady...no one’s really sure yet. Then, as of right now for true secondary characters there is Oliver, Toad, BoCo, Bill, Ben, Mavis, and Salty. There’s more to come, but that’s what I got right now.

III) Personal Headcanons

-The engines can eat and taste in both forms. They don’t know where it goes when they’re engines and don’t feel like finding out.

-James learned to cook for Maddy when she couldn’t for herself.

-For the longest time, James was the only engine with his own phone.

   -He learned hip language and Maddy started regretting every choice in her life.

-Maddy comes to Salty for him to tell her stories when she’s bored.

-Rain is Maddy’s one weakness since she has no way of covering herself.

-She, along with her friends as humans, run with skates that reflect their wheel configuration. The wheels retract when not in use. [I’m thinking about switching to roller blades, we’ll see.]

-Maddy intentionally starts beef with the Scottish Twins because she thinks the fighting is hilarious.

-Thomas will occasionally beg Maddy for a cotton candy sucker. Specifically cotton candy. She doesn’t know why either.

-Thomas initiated a prank war with her once. He lost.

-Gordon once bet her that she couldn’t pull his heavy goods. His driver was out 30 bucks because of him.

-Maddy tortures Duck with duck puns.

-Maddy still trick-or-treats for free candy.

-Emily once convinced Maddy to derail James for the fun of it. She was subsequently chased around the island.

-James is the ultimate flirt and he uses that against Maddy, who flusters very easily. 

-Percy loves Teddy Grahams.

-Edward likes loves to tell others about his daughter. Maddy does not. He is becoming too dad-like.

-The Scottish Twins know damn well that Maddy simps for their accents and they intentionally use it against her if they can.

-Maddy knows about Diesel’s ducklings. It’s the only reason she decides to befriend him.

-James utterly hates Diesel for many many reasons.

-Like many others headcanon, Thomas can’t cook. He fucked up a cup of ramen once and Maddy still refuses to let him live it down.

-Edward refuses to let Thomas and Percy swear. They hate it. James and Maddy know this. They swear more because they can’t.

-James and Maddy are at a tie for worst potty mouths. The twins don’t count. That’s not fair.

-Oliver thought Maddy was an engine for like a month before he met her.

-Maddy dislikes the Mainland. Not the engines there. They’re cool. 

-If Maddy isn’t around, James sleeps in her bed with her hoodie.

-Henry worries for Maddy all the time. More and Edward and James combined. He just doesn’t show it.

-Gordon says he has no opinion on Maddy, but he really does like her.

-No one knows where Maddy’s really from. She won’t tell them either. Not even James or the Fat Man really know.

-Want more? Just ask!

IV) Canon Couples within TTTE: MBtE

~James/Maddy

~Edward/Henry

~Emily/Thomas

~D10/Lady (In the past)

~~We’ll see about others as the story progresses~~

V) Notes

- Lady is the reason the engines have sentience. She is not the reason for their human forms. That will be explained later.

-Maddy is much more resilient than an average human, which is why most accidents don’t just straight up kill her.

-As stated before, Maddy can now live for hundreds of years if she’s careful enough. She won’t age as fast as a normal human, so who knows how long she’ll be baby-faced. Not that she cares, more opportunity to trick-or-treat.

-The engines can get frisky, but no babies. Don’t even think about it.

-Maddy will eventually give in and buy beds for all her friends to give them an opportunity to sleep like she does.

VI) Link

Silly me, I forgot to give a link to my story! Shame on me for making you search, that won’t happen again, here you go!

Sodor’s New Worker

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And that’s really it. If you have any questions, please please please please please ask!

UPDATED: August 3, 2021

#sodor's new worker #TTTE: MBtE #ttte james #ttte maddy #ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte emily #ttte percy #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte oc

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

--their chosen family

Perched on the edge of the engawa overlooking the sunny courtyard of the Tenth, a sense of déjà vu enveloped Rangiku. She had been here many times before; having spent her entire career in the Tenth, working her way up through the ranks – she had seen recruits come and go, officers transfer and promoted. She had gained and lost mentors, those who felt more like family.

A gentle springtime breeze wafted the fragrant aroma of blossoming sakura trees through the courtyard, the pale pink petals were impossible to escape – although none of blooming trees sat on the Tenth’s grounds. Still, the courtyard was alive with springtime rebirth – their division’s flower, the daffodil, with their yellow and white faces danced in the soft breeze. Little sprouts of green dotted the branches of the trees, soon the large maples would offer sweet, shady relief from the intense summer sun, but for now they were just buds.

She had seen a couple hundred springs come and go, each season passing with time – each promising new life, new possibilities, new memories to be made. That sense of déjà vu lingered, the commotion in the yard feeling strangely similar but also entirely different. If she closed her eyes, she could see it –

It was a pleasant spring afternoon, one of years passed – the leaves of the maple tree overhead were far more full, still sunshine snuck in here and there. Isshin’s bellowing laughter filled the garden. It was contagious – his laugh – she had a hard time keeping herself from chuckling especially given the sour grimace of their dutiful third seat.

Isshin had insisted that they spend the afternoon ‘relaxing’ – paperwork could wait till tomorrow, nothing was urgent and by his account they had ‘earned a restful afternoon.’ This concept clearly didn’t sit well with Toshiro, who sat at attention, back straight, the cup of tea in his grasp left undrunk; brows furrowed in discontent. While Isshin lounged against the maple tree’s base, one arm behind his head, legs half outstretched – the very picture of being at ease. She was perched to the side of Isshin, sitting on her hip as she gladly snuck a few of the sweets that Isshin had offered up for their little division relaxation afternoon.

“Do we really have time for this?” Toshiro’s snapped question came as a strong wind rustled the tree branches overhead. “You,” a pause, “I…” a sharp inhale, “We still have reports to finish.”

“Relax a little Toshiro. I’d tell you all that stress and worry would give you gray hairs but…” Isshin remarked, knowing his gab would only rile his young third seat up more.

“Don’t tease him, taichou,” Rangiku scolded, the back of her hand and wrist connecting with Isshin’s bicep. He yelped, overdramatically, frantically rubbing the spot to sooth the pain from his fukutaichou’s smack.

“Rangiku! That really hurt!” Isshin whined, looking like a whipped puppy.

“Well, it serves you right, teasing Toshiro like that.”

“Not fair! You’re taking his side; you want to get back to work?” Isshin jabbed his thumb in Toshiro’s direction.

“Oh no, I don’t,” Rangiku commented before taking a sip of tea, Toshiro’s expression dropping even more. “But you deserved to be smacked for that comment.”

Their banter continued the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening, as the squadron members in charge of lighting the lanterns around the division passed by witnessing the three of them still lingering in the courtyard. Isshin had taken turns between teasing his young third seat and his fukutaichou, feeling both of their wraths. But by the end of their evening, his joking and his laughter, along with Rangiku’s sharp retorts all at Isshin’s expense had caused even Toshiro to crack what could only be described as a small, itty bitty, smile.

“—Matsumoto…”

The presence and voice at her side snapped her out of her daydream, but it was one oh so familiar – pale blue hues lowered to the young man at her side. The same tousled head of white hair, the same serious expression in those turquoise eyes of his that she had just been picturing in that memory of days gone by.

“We should go join them…” His gaze lingered on the group of three already in the courtyard, lounging under the maple tree. Well, at least two were, their fourth seat was currently perched on one of the lower branches, laughing or mocking their third seat who was grimacing at being ganged up on by the two females.

That sense of déjà vu dissipating – she had been here before, yes, but not like this.

She had stood on the engawa, overlooking the courtyard to see her taichou standing there, a nervous and inexperienced fukutaichou wondering if they’d get along.

She had stood there, watching her taichou welcome their new third seat, the prodigy, the boy from the market – extending his hand out to her, telling the young boy that this division welcomed him.

She had stood in this spot, furious – tears staining her cheeks, the division in chaos – expecting to see their captain again, only to watch the season shift without his return.

She had stood when there was only the two of them, linked by more than just duty, by more than just division placement – stood there wishing for those memories they had once had. When things had been less complicated, when they hadn’t seen battles and betrayals, when they only had each other.

“We should…” Rangiku offered, a soft smile gracing her features as she watched her taichou step down from the raised walkway and head in the direction of their gathered officers.

Now she stood, watching their division grow, welcoming new recruits, new officers. Welcoming those who needed a place, a home. Bringing them into their family – because that was what they have always been, a family. This was just a family by choice.

Toshiro stopped a few steps away, turning to glance back at his fukutaichou, a slightly puzzled look in his gaze, the unspoken question of ‘you coming?’ hanging from his lips. His hand extends, beckoning her forward.

Her gaze shifts between him and the three at the tree, their combined laughter as infectious as the one she could still hear in her memories. “—Sorry, coming…I just…wanted to remember this.”

She sees it then, a faint little smirk tugging up the corners of his lips, as he turns his attention back towards the others. “—Yeah, so do I.”

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@kurxsaki @bannerofstarlight @forgottensoulreaper @accidentialsoulreaper

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

I'm now cursed with this image: Itty bitty cameraman falling ill with fever and feeling unwell all day after a freak accident at a film studio. He's so out of it that Miss Twisted and Brute get legitimately concerned and confine him to a bed all day before he hurts himself. Come nightfall he still doesn't feel well so the others go call a doctor and maybe find a safe way to bring down his fever. While they're out of the room Cameraman goes through a transformation scene straight out of an american werewolf in london, and turns into a mindless towering projector monster. He smashes through a window and escapes into the city to cause chaos, much to the shock and confusion of his two roomies who just thought he had the flu.

I read this thinking ‘damn I should write something about this’ and I couldn’t help myself:

At first, Cameraman’s behavior when he got back was nothing too out of the ordinary. It was normal for the film critic criminal to sulk over a failed plan (and maybe take a drink or two before returning).

Especially when said plan involved a film studio that had, in his words; “Not only made and reinforced terrible stereotypes but had also spat in the very eyes of the art of movie making and kicked it in the shins repeatedly by only hashing out the exact same sloppily made horror flick every year and slapping ‘remastered’ or some other trash like that on the title.”

At first, the other members of the Society for the Shellacking of Souper Boris were fine with letting him sulk in his workshop for most of the day while planning on doing something to cheer him up later, but usually, even when it gets bad, these sulk fests never included coughing fits.

“ARGH!” The camera-headed crook crumpled up the blueprints for his failed machine and threw them in the trash so hard that it knocked the can over, spilling the contents all over the floor of his workshop area. “S-stupid ‘Maze of the heart ripper’ series, stupid Olden Arch Studios, stupid- *HAAAAACKK!* *COUGH!* *CoUgH!* *cOUgh!* *COugH!* *COUGH!* *COUGH!*”

“Brute brought back fire fuel! Missy and I wanted to- CAMERAMAN?!”

The Brute walked into the scene of Cameraman coughing so hard that he was flopping around on the trashy floor as if he were a live fish on a hot pan. The large wolf imminently dropped the stack of the ‘maze of the heart ripper’ movie reels (that were stolen of course, the three wouldn’t dare give a single penny of support to THOSE types of movies.) and rushed over to help his friend up.

“...Cameraman okay?”

“Ự̺̺̞U̼̮͓̪u̺̪̰u̘͚̺̗̟̻̰u̦̪̪̘̰ͅuuU̷͍̠̲̰̰̪̩U̧̬͓͇Ù̼̺͈̠͇͓̩u҉͓̩̳u̻̩̰̟̮͉̲ų̹̖̫̜̜̤g̞͈̗̼̟̞͖͝g̤̯G̷̻͎̣̙g̝̘̗̫̺͘g̞͓̱̲̖̞ͅG̵̘̦̩͇̗̱G̛͓̠͔̱̳̯g͉͍͖̖̥ͅh͔̲̬̗͇̮̟̀ẖ̡͖̱h̼̬̖͕h͎H̭̬͍͓̭̣̳H̹͍̳͍͓H̟̪̪H͖̜̗̱́h̭h̹͔̤͓h̘͍̪̤.̣̹͖̖͍.͚̳͈̗̞.̖̫̘͜”

The toon swayed and staggered as he clutched onto his wolf roommate’s paw.

“I-I͢'͞ve͡ *COugh!* ̸ńev҉e̵r fe̷lt ̕bette̡r͏!͟ In fact, I’m not going to let that sorry excuse for a horror move studio let it see another moment’s worth of peace! All I need is to make a few adjustments to the blueprints and- HE-H-HEY! Brute! put me down!”

The Brute shook his head as he carried Cameraman out of his workshop and up to his room.

“Cameraman sick and needs rest, not vengeance.”

“But I’m *HAACCKK!!* *COUGH!* fine!” Cameraman fruitlessly struggled against the wolf’s grip. “It’s just some dust! I probably got some caught when the studio partly collapsed.”

“Then why leaking black fluid out speaker? And why head feel like hot stove?”

“Okay, so maybe I am *COUGH!* a little bit overheated, but not by much! They’re already weakened, I did make *HAAACK* a dent in their precious studio but if I really want *REICH!* to do some damage, then I need to get back there and *COugh!* *COUgh!* *coUGH!*”

“Cameraman flopped on floor like dying trout, and is still flopping now. Me think it bad idea to let you wreak havoc right now. Go sleep.”

The demoness sprang down from the ceiling with a mildly annoyed but quizzical expression on her face.

“What’s with all the racket you two? I could hear you all the way from the roof!”

“Cameraman has flu and needs sleep.”

The giant wolf calmly remarked before readjusting his cargo while giving a suspicious look to the fresh stain on his fur, a stain that smelled kinda like some weird type of ink to him, or oil? He was not an expert on the strange smells that emanate from mysterious dark liquids that started oozing out of his friends.

“...And maybe doctor.”

“No *HAAAACK!* I don’t!”

“Aww... poor little Cammy...” Miss Twisted sympathetically patted the camera headed toon on the shoulder. “I know how much it sucks to get sick when you want to make the fools who wronged you suffer, but health must come first, or else evil can’t prosper!”

“I’m the *REICH!* very picture of health!”

...

Cameraman struggled against the straps used to keep him in bed as he looked for a way out of this trap that didn’t involve shooting his room apart.

“How ma-*COUGH*COUGH*-ny times do I have to keep saying it?!” he uselessly pleaded “I’m *COUGH!* perfectly fine!”

Miss Twisted did not look convinced as she continued to tighten his restraints.

“Cam, even if you weren’t burning, leaking, staggering, or coughing your head off, you jumped out of a third-story window and were planning to swim back to the studio. If you weren’t sick, you’d know that that is a terrible idea.”

“But I-”

“No buts! Now please just get some rest! The studio will still be there to be razed to the ground after you feel better.”

The demoness left the disgruntled camera’s room as she planned to call the doctor.

“It’s just a cough!” he called out after her. “You’d *HAAACK!* get one too you’d crawl through dusty air vests for an hour! I swear that place puts just as much effort into it’s cleaning as it does it’s scripts and research!”

She didn’t call back to him, possibly already on the phone talking to a doctor that didn’t need to be called in the first place.

“Can this day possibly get any worse?!” he grumbled to himself. “My beautiful machine that was meant to show them REAL horror instead got busted, that blasted studio’s still standing, my roommates have been freaking out all day over a cough-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! SWEET MOTHER OF ALL THINGS MERCIFUL!”

Where just mere seconds ago he felt a little woozy from coughing so much, the pain suddenly hit him like a jackhammer.

“AAAAAAARRRRRGHH!!!! *pant* I- *pant* I’M BURNING! I- I’M-”

The already tight restraints grew even tighter for him, making hard for the little fellow to breathe until-

*RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!*

Cameraman felt like his body was on fire, he felt like his bones were all being broken at once but his agonizing pain was nothing compared to the sheer fear that he felt looking down at his restraints and his gloves and shoes ripping off due to the sheer massive size of his changing body.

“W-WHAT’S GOING ON?!”

Maybe he wouldn’t mind getting a growth spurt or two, but this was too much! The now werewolf-esc toon staggered off of his bed in fear it would break from his new size and assumed weight, clawing at the nearest wall to steady himself as he felt his spine popping like popcorn as he grew.

“HELP ME! SOMEBODY MAKE THIS STOP!”

Well, whatever force behind this was at least somewhat considerate, he stopped growing but he didn’t stop changing. He looked to his shaking hands that now more closely resembled hairless paws, complete with claws and ‘beans’. A million thoughts were rolling through Cameraman’s head, a million possible answers, and a million things that he should have done to prevent this, but the more he thought, the less any of those thoughts made sense.

“W̕H̀Ỳ ̧̧I̢S̵̢͟ ͝TH̴̀I̡S̸҉ H̡ĄP̀Ṕ̸͝È̢N͘I̛͟Ń͏͢G͠҉̶ ͘T͢O ̵̵͠M͏E̵?̷͡!̢͠”

It was getting harder and harder for him to think, his brain had might as well have been melting! He tried his hardest to think of a solution to his problem until he heard and felt something *SNAP* off of his head and he looked to the floor to see that both his flash and his film reel had been popped off of him. And with them, went all his worries. The creature didn’t need to think. At least, it didn’t need to think anywhere as much as it’s old form did, all that he needed was to kill and maim those who had wronged it. They didn’t need their hearts, so it might as well take it for them.

“W̴̡W̸R̢͟R̵͜R͠͝R͘R̸R̸R̴͡R̴͢ŔR̛R͏̧͏Ŕ̨̛R͏R͏̷͘R͏̴R̛R̢̧͝R̴̢R̶̢͟ŖR͘R͞R͠͠R͘͞͏R͏̧R̡̀RR̵̨R͜͡Y͟Ỳ̴͡Ỳ̕̕Ý͢͏Y̸̴Y̕͟!̸͘!̸̢!͜!̴̨͝“

#bendy and the ink machine #the sssb #batim au #fanfic #body horror

[grapefruitsketches]

Ever Since You’ve Gone Away

My second fill for the Songxiao Reverse Itty Bitty Bang 2020, hosted by @touchmycoat.

Inspired by @StinaKaarina’s beautiful art on twitter at StinaKaarina/status/1305647328234278913 (hyperlink in reblog - just trying to make sure tumblr will show this in the tags lol).

Rated T, 1,865 Words, canon compliant, Songxiao, Grief/Mourning, post-Yi City, Angst

Also available on AO3 (see link in reblog)

Roam this world with Shuanghua. Exorcise evil beings alongside Xingchen.

That had been what he had told Hanguang-jun and Wei-gongzi.

Now all that was left was to do just that.

The extra blade at his back and the two spirit pouches at his waist weighed heavily on him.

He had left that city behind weeks ago. And now he only had the entire world ahead.

The action was familiar.

One step, and then another.

Enough steps brought him from one town to another.

Each town brought him from one day to another.

The days then turned to months which became years.

He could see that journey before him, just the same as the one that lay behind him.

Each journey, before and behind, brought maybes. Different in the ways that maybes differ between a journey to and a journey from. Woulds and hads. Shoulds and shouldn’ts.

Maybe he would apologize right away, shout it aloud without a thought the moment he laid eyes on him again.

Maybe if he had eaten just one more meal on the road instead of sitting down, maybe if he had saved just a few extra moments somewhere in those six long years.

Maybe he should wait, find out where he is staying, and then just be casually sitting in the inn’s dining room the next morning, just within view of the stairs coming down, but he would be facing away, letting Xingchen see him first, and greet him casually, like an old friend, one he was spotted.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been so impulsive and instead only approached once the villain had left.

Maybe if he’d just, in all that time, figured out what he wanted to say, maybe then he would have had the chance to say it.

But he never had.

And so, fittingly, it never mattered.

Now, he walked through the world in a state of numbness. It was strange, readjusting to having control over his own body, his own mind. It had been so long, and far too late, before he’d regained it. He touched the spirit pouches at his side, feeling no response. He passively noted the wind on his face, the biting cold as he approached - then steered away from - the places he had known when he was young. Recognized but was unmoved by the smell of the sea. Noticed how one terrain shifted to the next, the clattering of stone to the crunch of dry grass.

He wondered if it was strange that he hadn’t wept yet. It felt almost as though his grief had been so large, so bottled up, for so many years, pinned inside by the spikes in his neck, that it had congealed, hardened, become stuck. There was a part of him that revelled in this. Like a confirmation that this was not his to mourn. The one thought echoing in his head eternally as he set the pouches by the side of whatever inn or makeshift bed he had each night: They might have been alive if you had just left them alone. Or if you had done one thing, any one thing, differently.

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Xingchen carried with him the weight of many choices. Of many options he’d been offered. He had taken the wrong path every time. Every time but one.

He’d been given the choice to stay with his sect - to continue to cultivate on that lonely peak, a place that kept him safe from the world and the world from him.

He’d chosen to leave.

He’d been given the choice to wander alone, to maintain the sense of distance his Master had so emphasized.

He’d chosen to befriend, grow close to, fall for Zichen.

He’d been given the choice to give up the chase, or if he chose to single-mindedly pursue the murderer, to see it to the end.

He’d chosen to relax too soon, to never give up the chase but still let the man slip from their grasps.

But the one regret he didn’t have, even now living in this small and slowly shrinking city, was when he’d been given the choice to undo what he could, to correct some, even if not all, of the missteps that he’d taken.

He’d given up his eyes and given up his closest companion. Xingchen could not give back the family that his choices had taken from Zichen, but he’d done what he could to right the damage he’d brought.

And this he would never regret.  

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Song Lan had had plenty of opportunity to think about death. His parents, who had passed when he was a child. His sect taken so brutally from him. But he had never connected the concept of death with him, with Xingchen. So full of life, so eager to explore, to learn, to live. How had Song Lan not seen though? Seen that beneath all that joy, that life, the thing that came first every time, was a willingness to give himself up for the sake of just about anything or anyone else. To fulfill any request, relieve any burden, no matter how small it was, no matter how much it would hurt him. He would give it up easily.

His childhood mountain home.

His eyes.

His friend, his soulmate, his partner who should have been there just as much for him.

All relinquished without fight. Without complaint. Each time it was asked of him, each time he had something to give. To make the world whole even if it meant disassembling himself into spare parts.

And once all that was gone, once he’d given up every element that might have protected him from the villain Song Lan knew, had known, would track his every movement, would take advantage of any weakness, the villain had caught up with Xingchen. Xingchen was told to give up his hope for a better world, that he might be someone who could help bring it into existence. It was the one thing that had driven Xingchen his whole life, and Xingchen was asked to release it. And as he was asked, so he did.

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Xingchen let himself cry sometimes, let himself feel the losses that he’d sustained. But they always came with a feeling of guilt, then a time of reconsideration, recontextualization, then finally peace.

He’d made his choices, and paid the costs.

He had a small family now, who could never replace the man he had lost, but a family who he cared for all the same. He should be grateful. And so he made it so.

--

The first time Song Lan managed to shed tears was not for his soulmate, but for the other pouch he carried.

He wondered what she might have been like. He remembered her vibrancy, her protectiveness over her Daozhang, from even the brief moments he’d known her. She had been unable to save her Daozhang in the end, however hard she tried, but she had certainly saved Song Lan’s life, and the lives of all the other visitors to Yi City as well.

He was glad that Xingchen had had her, at least. But another part of him chastised himself for not wishing that she had never had the misfortune of falling into this mess.

Though in the end, what did his wishes matter? Even if he had once had the chance to have any positive influence on her or Xingchen’s life, he had long squandered it - throwing it away like it was nothing. In anger. In grief. Not thinking once - not until it was far too late at least - how his words would be received, would reverberate through the rest of his life.

He set her spirit pouch down on the table.

I’m sorry, he wanted to say. But it did not matter that he couldn’t speak the words. She wouldn’t hear them anyway. Where words would not, could not be enough, the tears flowed.

On his better days, he would imagine what Xingchen and a-Qing’s routine might have looked like during those short happy years during which they had lived like family. He never acknowledged any third member to that small household, still recoiling at the mere thought of just how long it had taken that monster to spin his web. Just how delicate the netting had been. Just how easily Song Lan - had he just been there sooner - could have easily swatted it away, before it was too late.

He didn’t think about Xue Yang.

Instead, he pictured Xingchen and a-Qing. How they may have cooked together. The things Xingchen would have tried to teach her - meditation, sword formations, calligraphy. How there were things he would want to teach her. He pictured them playing the old childish hand games that Xingchen had told him all of Baoshan Sanren’s disciples played, that Xingchen had been so excited to teach him. Song Lan almost laughed to himself at the memory before he caught himself. Stopped himself.

He had known her only a short while - at least, only a short while as himself. He didn’t dare to scrutinize his memories as a puppet too closely. But he had liked her, and understood why Xingchen would have taken an instant liking to her as well. She was charming, a bit of an outcast, but plucky and resourceful, never letting whatever her past must have been take her down.

She was a lot like Xingchen in that way, he thought

--

Eleven years ago, Xiao Xingchen walked through a small town. He had been wandering alone for six years and was content with that fact. It was as it should be – it was the way he could do the least harm, bring the least misfortune on others.

But he ran into a child.

She was smart, talented, quick. She could survive on her own and sometimes seemed to prefer it that way, but she had let Xingchen into her life. She offered a rare sort of trust that Xingchen didn’t take lightly. Especially since the last time someone had trusted him that way, he had let him down spectacularly.

But six years had passed since then. Maybe it was time… maybe he could be allowed… to accept another’s trust again?

The child chastised him, questioned his strange habits without ever letting that cast doubt on her affection for him. Tried to make sure no harm fell on him even though his wellbeing was a burden no one else should try to carry.

She was a lot like Zichen in that way, he thought.

--

Song Lan wandered, hoping his roaming would nurture the two spirits. Healing them was the absolute least he could do to start to repay what he had cost them, and what they had given willingly to him.

Song Lan felt so very old. So tired. But despite that, he took one step, and then another. Dealt with one haunting, and then the next. Because he was not old. Because he was still so horribly young. And so he had to keep going, to follow the long road ahead, tackling the ghosts that meant harm, and keeping the ghosts that had meant well by his side. Hoping, maybe, it would mean something, even if it could never be enough.

#sxreverseibb #songxiao #song lan #xiao xingchen #yi city #cql #the untamed #mdzs #my writing

[enbycalicocat]

Day 21: 16th of February, 2021

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Eli hadn’t been looking for it. Not at all. He was very, very happy with his current job. They didn’t pay much, but he also didn’t really have to do much.

 Basically, he worked at a sort of construction store that specialized in making kitchens, bathrooms, and things made of MDF, such as closets, desks, entertainment centers, cupboards, and the like. His job there was receiving the clients, taking their contact information, asking what they wanted, and tentatively set up a measurement date. And then pass that onto the architects so they talked directly with the person. All very simple and very straightforward, right? The thing was that nobody ever entered the store. In the year since he’d begun working there, he’d seen less than one hundred people come in and actually give their contact info. And out of those that gave him their number, not a single one (to his knowledge) had ever decided to contract them.

So, what Eli actually did all day was read, watch videos on YouTube, listen to music, write, and do his homework (when he’d been seeing classes before the whole global pandemic had started). Oh, also, he kept the store presentable. He swept, he cleaned the dust off the surfaces, and he rearranged and decorated the store with the samples of quartz, stones, and MDF they had. The only thing he didn’t do was mop the floor. But that was because he didn’t know where to get water for that and the bucket wouldn’t fit under the faucet of the public bathroom sink.

 It was an ideal job, right? Getting paid to do nothing? But the part where it wasn’t ideal at all, was the pay.

 In his country, the minimum wage was an absolute misery, and he was earning several times that amount. And at any other point in life, he wouldn’t mind the pay at all. However, recently, he was forced to begin paying rent, the cost twice his monthly salary. Yup, the numbers didn’t add up. Which meant he desperately needed a rise. Yet, since the store didn’t really produce anything, because the clients that came in had never contracted them, and the architects were paying him with the money they made from clients they found elsewhere, Eli didn’t feel like he could ask for a rise.

And hence, he was stuck between a rock and hard place. Fervently needing money, but not really feeling like he had the right to ask for it, but also not really willing to part with the job since he didn’t think he would ever find something this good anywhere else.

 Right when he was in the middle of that internal turmoil, a job ad in the paper fell onto his lap. Not literally of course.

 The job ad was for a position in the same mall where Eli worked. The store offered laser depilation and… and… Well, Eli was sure they offered other things, but since he had never paid attention to that, he didn’t really know. And it was right beside the manicure and pedicure store that was in front of Eli’s store. At first, he wasn’t really interested. The ad didn’t really have a lot of information, and as Eli had said, he wasn’t looking for a job. But as he was coming back from the public bathrooms, he ran into the woman in charge of the laser depilation store.

He waved and greeted her with the same good attitude and smile as always. The woman was on the phone, as she tended to be, and whenever he said hello in those circumstance, the woman would to just smile back and do a little wave back. This time was different though. This time the woman’s face really brightened as soon as she saw him, which was… odd. And then she hung up the phone and went up to talk to Eli. Which was even odder. And then after greeting him enthusiastically, the woman said she wanted to talk to him. At that point, some not-too-loud alarm bells begun ringing in his head.

 Talk to him? About what? Was it something mall-related? Had he done something wrong? Did she want to ask him for some sort of information about the stuff they did in the store (which had in fact happened before with other store owners)?

No matter how many possibilities ran through his head, none of them seemed very feasible.

 And then he had the conversation that would change his life view so far.

 At first, the woman just told him that she was looking to hire someone, told him that the current girl was pregnant and that they needed a replacement, and then told him all the things the job entitled. Basically, it was a receptionist-slash-cashier-slash-medical-assistant-slash administrative-assistant-slash-sort-of-cleaner job. Eli had done that before. His only trepidation was with the administrative assistant part. He wasn’t very sure what the woman meant with that title and when asked, she gave him a very vague description.

Like he’d said, Eli wasn’t looking for a job, so while hearing all of this, he was thinking about who of his friends needed a job and who would fit the woman’s requirements and so on. Meanwhile, somewhere in the back of his mind, he was noticing how pointedly she was looking at him and, in an even further part of his mind, wondering what in the world was up with this woman.

He asked, to help the woman filter candidates out, how much was the pay (because his friends would no doubt ask about that and if he didn’t know they might be too lazy to contact her thinking the salary was probably not good). The woman said she was paying twice what Eli earned in his current position.

 At that point, Eli’s whole world tilted on its axis, his future plans based on his meek little job in the construction store were all torn up into itty bitty tiny pieces. New plans beginning to form behind his slightly expressionless face.

 Twice his current pay. If he earned that much money he wouldn’t have to worry about his rent or anything else. He would use two-thirds to pay the rent, and then use the remaining one-third to exist, pay for his bus fares, and… well, right now, either save up or buy what he considered luxuries. He was currently renting a room in the same apartment as his mom, which meant that his mom bought the food and other house stuff (because the woman would never under any circumstance, allow him to pay for anything house related as long as she could afford it and he was living under the same roof as her). Which left him with money he could use however the hell he wanted.

But in any case, if he were living on his own, without his mom there to pay for food, Eli was sure that the remaining one-third of the pay would be enough for him to exist on his own.

 Yes, he wouldn’t be able to write, or read, or listen to music, or watch silly videos on YouTube for seven hours straight. Yes, he would have an actual job to do. Yes, he might have to spend those seven hours doing a lot of things and being busy with very little time to sit down and rest and do his own stuff. But Eli didn’t really mind. He had done this type of job before. And he sort of liked the idea of not sitting flat on his butt all day long.

 He was sure that last sentence would come to bite him in said butt when he began missing writing and reading. But that was something to face later on, when it did in fact come to bite him.

 However, his uncertainty with the ‘administrative assistant’ part of the job remained. He wasn't at all sure he could do whatever the woman in charge of the depilation store thought those two words meant.

 So, he asked her to please take his phone and send him the information (and to please give a more detailed description), and off she went, back into her store.

 After the woman was gone, the job offer kept on bouncing around in his head.

Eli sat in front of his computer and grabbed the mouse, but he just stared at the screen, not doing anything, his brain about a thousand miles away, in fantasy-land. Had the woman been giving him that pointed look because she wanted to offer the job to him but didn't want to do it directly? And then he was truly lost imagining what his days might be like if he managed to get the job.

For starters, he would have to buy more formal clothes. The ones he had right now, were walking the fine line between formal and casual, but the people that worked at the depilation store all wore formal-formal stuff. He would also have to get new shoes. Eli didn’t think his old black converse would fit that serious and sober style. And a knew bag, since he didn't think his backpack would cut it either. But clothes and accessories aside, he drew a parallel from the jobs he’d had before and this ‘future job’ and painting scenes in his mind.

He would not be getting the keys, he didn’t think. He’d always seen the woman in charge open the store. So, he would arrive and wait for the owner to get there and let him in. Then, he would tidy up things, sweep around, clean the surfaces and chairs. After that was done, he would start up the computer and set up the paying system. He pictured himself verbally selling the services they offered to the interested parties that walked in or called, and receiving cordially with a smile the ones that had an appointment arranged. He would pass the implements or other materials the doctor needed during the procedures. Then more cleaning after the clients left. And so on and so forth all day.

At closing time, he would dispose of the trash and close up the day. Print the receipts, print the data from the computer’s system, check that all the money was accounted for and put that all in a folder the accountant would come pick up. And that was it. He’d go to his home.

 It was also a very simple job. Which suited Eli just fine. He like those types of jobs. They gave him time to write and do the things he loved when he got home.

 He sighed, blinking and coming back to the real world.

Eli put in his headphones, pressed play on the playlist he’d been listening to, and went back to what he had been reading.

Now he just had to qualify for the job and actually get it. Eli fiercely hoped his fantasies became reality.

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Prompt: 21. Find a job ad in the paper. Write about your life if you had that job.

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#writing #30 day writing challenge #short story #nonfiction #yup #another nonfiction #it's time to know another bit about my life #and know that I sort of cheated with this prompt #heh #now onto the content tags #funny #lots of imagining #slice of life #my life #lol #hopeful #sweet #sort of? #idk what else to tag #lmao #so let me tell you how I cheated #well I didn't in fact see the job in a paper ad #because in my country job ads in the papers should NOT be trusted #seriously yall #that's how people end up mugged and kidnapped here #and I had no internet to go look for a job ad in another country or something like that #so I invented the part where I saw the job ad in the paper #but I really did get this job offer yall #which is sort of how job hunting goes for me #it's all very word of mouth

[zuucc]

Not dating: W. Nylander - BLURB

Words: 1,9K (yeah I know I’m terrible at keeping it short)

Summary: “I thought you said they weren’t dating”

Warnings: just a itty bitty tongue touching and suggestive hand between bodies

Author’s note: this changes between two different point of views, divided by cursive and regular. Also, just something I had in mind.

Masterlist linked in bio

“Come on, there’s a guy on Mitch’s team that I know you’ll like,” Steph said, throwing a dress from her friend’s closet on said friend. Hailey rolled her eyes. Steph was on her way to undress her herself, to make her come out with her. “I mean it, I know you’ll like him! His name is Willy, or you know, it’s William but everyone just calls him Willy or Will, and lately he’s got this hipstery, beard, glasses and beanie thing going on, which I know is exactly your type,” with that Hailey’s eyes lit up.

“You’ve got a picture?” Hailey asked. Steph laughed and pulled up Will’s instagram for her friend, handing her phone to her. She followed her eyes closely, as Hailey hummed like ‘yes, my type’. And then her brows furrowed. “You didn’t think to tell me he has a girlfriend, though?” Hailey rolled her eyes, giving the phone back to Steph with a picture of Willy and a girl cuddled up on the couch underneath a pile of blankets, their faces all up in each other’s business - giggling.

“No, that’s just Y/N, they’re just really close, really weird best friends. You know, she’s the girl I told you about, the one who I sometimes sit with outside of the friends and family box, because she refuses to sit there, because she feels like she can’t scream in there,” Steph explained, and Hailey nodded understandingly. She had heard of this Y/N and her antics. She took her friend’s word, before quickly changing into the dress and some heals.

You laughed as you watched Willy’s face scrunch up after that third tequila shot. He never could take his tequila as well as you did, and you always had a good time watching him try and keep up with you.

“Ugh, give me some of that,” he charged at you. You tried to hold your much better tasting drink away from him, but his height and long arms defeated you. You laughed more when he took a break from downing your fruity daiquiri, just to ask the bartender for another one - he wasn’t planning on giving this one back. You got the new drink and you both stumbled your way back to the booth where Mitch and Kappy sat, the rest of the guys having disappeared somewhere.

“Did you really think you two needed those tequila shots?” Mitch asked as you both nearly tripped  back into the booth. “Obviously,” you told him, taking another long sip from your daiquiri. “The question is, did Willy need them?” Kappy adds, making you laugh and an offended look appear on Will’s face. “Excuse me?” he tried to sound mad, but didn’t quite succeed. “We all know you can’t hold you liquor like she does,” Kappy says, making another laugh roll through you.

“Okay, so we’re not friends with them anymore,” William said, turning his back on his teammates. You kept laughing but agreed to just be you and your best friend against the world. You unceremoniously threw your jean clad leg over his thigh and leaned back in the booth, relaxing as you drank your daiquiri. You were both way past the point of drunk, and you where both giggling like crazy. Will held your hand in his and fought to place big sloppy kisses all over it. “Eww, stop,” you tried to wrestle your hand out from his, but he just pulled you closer, placing his sloppy kisses on you cheek and neck in stead.

“William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius,” you drew a deep breath before messily getting through you best friend’s full name. This always used to work, as he wasn’t very happy with being granted six names by his parents. But this time he took another route, just to prove that you couldn’t stop him.

“Aww, you know all my names,” he said, taking hold of your face and holding it to him as he kept leaving his kisses, eventually getting to your lips, as you laughed against his lips. 

“Oh, god, here they go again,” you hear Kappy say behind Willy. You pulled back to watch his face as you flipped him off, making sure to stare at him while you place your hands on Will’s neck and messily kissing him again. He kissed you right back, and you decided to forget about Kappy and Mitch to rather get lost in drunken kisses with your best friend. 

You wouldn’t say it happened every time you went out together, but it usually did when you both got a little more than tipsy. Unless one of you tried to get laid, though, but most of the time you didn’t - you both had a better time when said time was spent together. But you never went further than making out, never. It was discussed and pinky-sworn upon years ago. 

Hailey and Steph met Mitch by the bar, a guy that she hadn’t seen before following behind him. She’d hoped it would be this Willy guy that she was supposed to be set up with, but it wasn’t. The guy introduced himself as Kappy before his attention was caught by Steph. “Hey, where’s Willy hiding?” Steph asked her boyfriend and this Kappy guy. They didn’t really answer her, instead they just stepped aside and looked behind them towards the booths.

“I thought you said they weren’t dating,” Hailey tried to say discreetly to Steph, hoping that the boys didn’t hear her. 

In the booth, Willy sat sideways. Over his suit clad thigh rested a leg wearing light washed loose jeans and platform black boots, over the jeans there was a big hand holding onto her thigh. The thigh that belonged to the just best friend. As Hailey had moved her stare further up, she’d seen the best friend’s hand disappearing into the back of his beanie, his hair sticking out between her fingers. She saw his hand moving up underneath her leather jacket. Their lips where slotting together in a deep kiss, and there was definitely tongue. And then they pulled back and smiled, giggled, laughed - whatever - between kisses. 

“They’re not, I promise,” Steph said, not caring about the boys listening. Kap laughed. “They just do... that, when they’re drunk, and they are both shitfaced right now,” he told her. “And it’s never more than... that.” They started walking towards the booth, and Hailey followed, even if she didn’t really feel like sitting next to them making out like there was no one else in the room. 

They pulled back when Kappy sat down next to them and literally put his hand between their faces - which he pulled back rather quickly as Y/N licked it, throwing her head back laughing at his reaction. Steph then caught her attention and she threw herself past Hailey and into the arms of the friend they had in common. “Oh my god, Steph, you’re like two hours late, I missed you,” she almost screamed, making Steph laugh. Hailey had already decided that she didn’t like her. 

“Give her back, Steph,” Willy played offended, placing his hands on her waist, pulling her back into his lap. “Willy, you’re being rude,” she laughed at him, smacking at his arms that now held her close to him. She then turned to Hailey, holding out her arm for Hailey to shake it. “Oh, Hailey, Steph has told me so much about you! I’m so happy to finally meet you,” she exclaimed, once Hailey had said her name. “And you’re so pretty, oh my god,” she added, and Hailey thought maybe not liking her could be hard. 

She still wanted what she came here for, though.

Willy eventually reached out and introduced himself to Steph’s friend, and you had trouble holding back your drunken laughter as she beamed up at him, batting her lashes. If Willy ignored it or if he was too drunk to notice it, you didn’t know. 

“Y/N, did you get my text?” Steph asked, and before you could do it yourself, Willy - who was now resting his head on your shoulder as you sat halfway on his lap with his arms around your waist - fished it out of your back pocket. You looked down at your phone, you found Steph’s message in the midst of notifications from Instagram and Snapchat. William giggled as he read the message. 

‘I’m bringing my friend Hailey, gonna try and set her up with Willy so maybe don’t make out with him,’ 

“Just a little too late,” you chuckle, William laughing and hiding his head behind your back. Steph just rolls her eyes at you. 

The night went on and Hailey tried to swallow her jealousy, focusing on spending time with Steph. Steph sometimes disappeared into conversation with her boyfriend, though. And the guy with the weird - apparently Finnish - name, he looked as if he was there to babysit Y/N and Willy, not to party and have a good time. 

Steph eventually dragged Hailey to the dance floor with the rest of them. Y/N had even managed to get Kappy out there - with a smile. She was so charming it was annoying. 

Hailey watched as Willy and Y/N danced, tip toeing on a line between childish and slightly sexual. At one point they were jumping around, Willy twirling her around - Willy bending down to fit under her arm when she tried to twirl him around. Both laughing. A few minutes later she had her back leaning on him, his hands on her hips and her hand on the back of his neck - him bending down to leave kisses on her neck, as she giggled. 

“I’m sorry, I tried to stop this,” Steph whispered to her. Hailey shook her head smiling, like it was completely fine. “I didn’t think they’d be this drunk,” she added. Of course it was fine, she didn’t know him. But he was the reason she even came. 

Willy and Y/N had danced their way closer, so close that she could hear them talking way too loudly to each other. “Stoop, you’re giving me a boner,” Willy laughed, making Y/N throw her head back in laughter. Hailey tried to look away but couldn’t really, when she very clearly moved her hand down between their bodies - just to be stopped by Kappy grabbing her wrist.

“You two are going home, now. And not together,” he said, strictly. The two of them tried to fight him, but followed behind him - Y/N having no choice as Kappy still held onto her, having now moved down to hold her hand instead. 

They stopped in front of Hailey, Mitch and Steph, Kappy telling them that he’ll be back to pick them up. He turned out to be the designated driver - not the babysitter, even if he was that, too. Y/N reached out to give Steph a hug, but Steph stopped her at arms length, grabbing Willy, too. 

“You two need to figure out your shit, honestly. Date or stay completely platonic,” she said, just as strictly as Kappy had talked to them earlier. “I know you’ve drawn a line, but this line is becoming less prominent every time we’re out,” she added. “We’re just best friends,” Y/N whined, like she was tired of this conversation. “Just best friends don’t do that, seriously,” Steph said, letting them go. 

Twenty minutes later, Kappy was back - Mitch claiming that he was fast, too fast to have brought them to their separate places. “Yeah, Y/N fell asleep on the way there, and Willy sobered up, so I let her stay, with the promise that they’d talk in the morning,” he said, looking at Steph as she nodded to him. 

#william nylander #william nylander imagine #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #william nylander blurb #william nylander owns my ass

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Okay, so I need some name suggestions

There are five kids, all I have is their nicknames and SOME semblance of a personality. Only one child is completely undefined. RIP to the fourth child

It got longer than I expected so it’s all below the read more.

Baby Waffles-First child, adopted. Adores her parents. They basically raised her when she was a baby in the child institution and then adopted her as a tot. Loves when dad makes her small pancakes to snack on. Also loves peaches.

When she was an only child, she would either go with her mom and stay at the children's corner of her bookstore or stay with dad at his then-job at a café. She becomes something of a staple, greeting patrons from behind the counter and drawing art of the frequent patrons. (Shout out to Mr. Haruda for the Baby Waffles group moniker/nickname)

She largely retains her cheerfulness and curiosity as she grows up.

Itty Bitty French Toastie-technically the first born. Loves bananas. Very well behaved. Laughs a lot, pretty happy. Very clingy to Goro when she can crawl. She is often allowed to sit in on his call conferences at home when he becomes a security consultant because she is fairly behaved--she just wants dad. Is the proud owner of a cute jumbo shrimp plushie that dwarfs her and is her best friend (website picture and product name did not match, so this was an accident)

Ayana calls both Toastie and Waffles daddy's little girls.

Medium Bagel Bite- first son, second born, third child. Is more of a mommy's boy when he was a baby, since he tended to fuss or cry if dad was holding him. For a time, Goro wondered if he was going to have to worry about an Oedipus Complex, or strained father-son relations.

As a teenager onwards, he is fairly polite and softspoken compared to his older sisters. Also a bit quiet, flusters much more easily. He is a little frightened by how loud they are in comparison but he loves them.

Ayana pointed out he looks quite like his father. Probably inherited his ability to make those scary faces.

??? I don't know who this child is. Also born to them.

??? Oldest child, adopted last, first foster child. He was pretty cold at first. When he warms up to them, he is actually quite a mature young man. He has an especially close relationship with Goro, so he looks up to him for career advice. May or may not have been told the full details of his high school years and mental processes. May or may not look up to him for overcoming that.

#Solace in Broken Things #da rambles #Da writes stuff

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A Beginning

Hello peoples! I’m starting this blog because my writing is horrible and I need it to not be so! There’s a possible book project in my future and every time I sit at the computer to work on it...I find something else to do. I’ve realized that I’m terrified of writing. I don’t really understand how it happened. I used to be able to do this. I was an English major in college and I cranked out essays and papers like...like something that cranks out essays and paper. Goddam it. Sigh. I suppose like any skill, if left alone and forgotten long enough it gets musty and moldy and decays and withers until you try to pick it up again and it just crumbles in your hands. Except, after looking at it and smelling it, you wouldn’t touch that thing in a hazmat suit. Which I think explains my fear of finally sitting down and making myself write something. So here goes. I’m going to be blah blah blahing about a new hobby/interest/resolution (?) of mine which is (drumroll!) hiking.

I’ve always enjoyed hiking but I never get to do it that often. Lately, however, I’ve been setting aside time for it. My plan now is to have at least one day a week where I go on a long hike for 1-2 hours. This is where hiking ties in to one of my other interests: Long Island. Long Island is blessed with an abundance of nature trails and preserves, various locales, some around crumbling old abandoned mansions and some around preserved no longer used but kept up mansions. I’ve only been to a few of these trails. My plan now is to go to a different locale every week, then (try to) write about it.

This ties into a third new hobby of mine (I have a LOT of hobbies!) which is stargazing. There’s not much I can say about my interest in looking at stars. They are awesome. They are awe inspiring. When I look up at them I want to know exactly what constellations I’m seeing and the names of the brightest stars. Because it’s cool. However, I haven’t been able to find a good place with a large view of the sky, without lots of trees and without lots of bright lights that make it hard to see them. So, while doing my weekly hiking and typing I’m also going to be searching for a good view, hopefully one that isn’t closed at dusk, which is a rarity here.

So here goes, I’m going to talk about my latest hiking adventure! So exciting!! Whoooo!

[sound of crickets chirping]

Ahem. Last Wednesday (1/16) I went on a long 2.9 mile hike around Hempstead Lake State Park. Hempstead Lake is, apparently, the largest freshwater lake in Nassau County. It was made as a reservoir for Brooklyn until Brooklyn became part of the city. Actually, just look at this informative sign I found!

 Later, Southern State Parkway was built across it, cutting a bit of the northern part off. Now it sort of looks like a two-toed footprint.

Looks kinda like Kurt Wagner’s footprint. Or as he was known in the Munich Circus, The Incredible Nightcrawler! The northern part is divided into Northwest Pond and Northeast Pond and the main body is Hempstead Lake. I wanted to walk around all of Hempstead Lake, preferably along the edge of the lake. There is a hiking/bridle path that goes around the whole lake but it isn’t against the edge of the lake. There are some paths around it, tiny itty bitty trails,  mostly for fishing purposes. When I could, I hiked along these trails, but there are areas of the lake where that was impossible and I had to head back to the main path.

This is a view by the edge of the lake.

This is looking back up at the trail. Might have been a bit...unsafe of me to have climbed down this one...Anyway, It’s a lovely lake, lots of wildlife. I took many terrible pictures of swans and ducks and creepy mushrooms growing on trees. I also enjoyed all the weird ice formations along the edge of the lake. It was very cold and although I was wearing a hat eventually that just wasn’t cutting it so I put my shawl over my head like a cowl.

Frozen tree roots and sticks and things. Cold cold cold

A tree with a mouth. I think I’m going to go back and put something in there. A pipe, perhaps? Ideas?

Mushrooms!!!

A fuzzy picture of swans and other bird creatures!! Nature!!

Cowl hat! I’m like a warm fuzzy hand knitted cobra!

Altogether a nice, brisk, exhilarating hike. I have to go back sometime to hike around the north ponds as well. Also I want to check out the mysterious carousel that’s listed on the map. (See if you can spot the carousel symbol on the map above. It looks like a horse impaled by a long pole) I saw no sign of it while walking around. Before I go back, though, I need to find some better hiking boots as quite a few blisters blossomed on my feet. I have some really good boots but I can’t keep them from banging into my ankles. I’m going to try some kind of inserts but if those don’t work I’m going to have to buy a new pair. Any good boot suggestions? Remember, I’m writing this junk to improve so feel free to criticize (please don’t) and correct me (be nice) and make any suggestions you wish (give me compliments). Also ignore the woman inside the parentheses (don’t ignore me, I’m wonderful!)

Until next time 

#Hiking LongIsland WritingPractice HempsteadLake KurtWagner TerriblePhotography AMysteriousWomanWhoExistsInParentheses