#anyone touches their besties will meet their death

[tmuse-ac]

Aw no poor boys! Sun looks so tired and his wings are all messed up, witch Y/N gonna kick some bandit BUTT

#you bet they protectin #anyone touches their besties will meet their death #the edge is real #petrixmuse asks #fairy friends au #sun fairy #moon fairy #fnaf sun and moon au

[libraryraccoon]

I saw the Floyd request and I thought of rook hunt in hasbin hotel.

Rip Alastor his privacy he now became the hunted the both speaking French .

Imagine rook talking about angel dust his inner beauty is making him feel loved every day saying something positive.

And Charlie and vaggie getting put on romantic dates by rook and lucifer and rook seeing them ta about how beautiful love is.

Gender : GN

Pronouns : no real pronouns used(sometimes they/them)

Character : Alastor, general headcanon

Message from Raccoon : I was also thinking of a rook!reader while writing the Floyd!Reader tbh.

TW : ROOK!READER, a little suggestive

The Demon Of Hunt, a very strong overlord who knows everything about everyone. A predator whose prey are doomed to die.

They aren't a demon you want to mess with, you don't want to be their prey.

In their lifetime a very famous hunter living in a small village, in their death The Demon Of Hunt, the hunter everyone is afraid of.

Alastor

He met you when he was still killing overlords.

“Now, isn’t that a rather crude way of killing ?” You asked behind him.

How long have you been behind Alastor ? He has no idea.

“Oh ! And what a beautiful deer tail you have there ! C'est magnifique !” You say, touching Alastor's deer tail; ignoring the fact that you had just seen him kill an overlord.

He straight up hated you.

But he also found you interesting, especially when you could see through all his attacks.

Boring, but entertaining.

After that, you didn't let him go.

You followed him, stalking him, wherever he went.

Like a predator with its prey, observing it before killing it.

When he left for 7 years, he finally thought he had lost you…

You followed him.

For 7 fucking years he had to stay with you.

Even 8V>× didn't want to make a contract with you after seeing how weird you were.

Not to mention all the times you talked about love…

*add a disgusted Alastor*

You interfered in his life and never left, even though he tried to reject you.

And let's not even talk about your strange comments…

"Oh ! I wonder what red deer would taste like for dinner ! Or maybe a red wendigo ! Qu'en pense tu, Alastor ?"

“Red deer ?” *remembers that he is, technically, some sort of red deer/wendigo as a demon.* "Ha ha ! Stay 100km/h away from me."

When you arrived at the hotel, Alastor finally felt free ! After all his years of being the stolkant, you finally left him alone !

Well, not always, after all you would never leave your prey friend alone for too long, but you weren't with him all the time.

Alastor won't lie, not being with you 24/7 after so long was weird…

He finally had privacy-

100% complained to Rosie about you.

“And they never gave me space !” -Alastor

"Really ?" -Rosie

"Well, I'll give him some time alone. For the bathroom." -Rook!Reader, arriving out of nowhere behind Alastor.

Although Alastor considers you as a menace, there are times when he is grateful to you and to be your friend.

Like those rare times of weakness, when you helped him feel better, reassured him. It was the rare times he was grateful to have you as a friend.

I just know that when you want to talk about something private/you don't want others to hear you, you speak French.

Although sometimes you just do it to piss off other people.

"Mon cher cerf préférer ! Al' ! Je viens de découvrir quelque chose sur Vox, tu vas pas y croire !"

"Je vais préparer le thé, après tu me racontera."

You turn all Overlord meetings from boring to interesting meetings.

During meetings, you had the habit of telling everyone's secrets (except Alastor's secrets, bestie privilege), and always the most interesting ! Like this time you said you saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator !

*After the song Respectless.* "Actually, mes chers amis, it is possible, or not, that I saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator with her shoes. C'était un combat splendide !"

General Headcanon

You don't let anyone have privacy.

They know it, but they can't say anything.

Angel Dust suffered the most of that, he saw you during one of his shoots watching him in the shadows.. It was terrifying.

“Just try to be sexy.” -Valentino looking at Angel Dust during a shoot.

"Oh, mais mon cher, he's sexy enough like this ! Take off the underwear and people will love it !" -Rook!Reader behind Valentino, coming out of nowhere.

"MOTHERFUCKER-" *Add Valentino's scream of terror.*

You comforted Angel after each shoot, cheering him up in a more or less suspicious ways.

You call Angel Dust by his real name, Anthony. You are the only one in the hotel who knows his real name and calls him like that.

Angel Dust is sort of happy that someone thinks of him as Anthony and not Angel Dust.

Valentino hates you, as do all Vees and all the demons.

Lucifer found you weird the first time he meet you, and knowing your reputation, it was normal, but in the end you got along really well.

You 🤝 Lucifer = make Charlie and Vaggie have romantic dates by candlelight.

“Ah, youthful love ! Que c'est beau !”

“I miss the love of youth..” (in a dramatically way)

Did I mention that you and Lucifer are and always will be drama queens ?

You and Lucifer are just THAT bestie duo that everyone wants to be.

I can so see you having these dinners for two in fancy restaurants while being platonic. You say the most romantic things, speaking in French, and Lucifer joins you in those moments, doing the same.

"Oh, mon chéri, you look beautiful tonight ! Even more brilliant than usual !"

"Oh, I should be the one to tell you that ! You look beyond stunning tonight in that costume !"

You are trending on the networks.

Every. Fucking. Days.

On the networks, there are 3 teams; those who ship Lucifer x Rook!Reader, those who ship Alastor x Rook!Reader, and those who say you are a hopelessromantic and/or aromantic.

They have hilarious debates that you love to join for just fuck all and everyone.

"Well, it's true that Monsieur Alastor is quite handsome, but Lucifer ? Oh, je ne sais même pas ou commencer a son sujet !" -Rook!Reader on the networks screwing up between the teams, always changing the place between Lucifer and Alastor.

You are a star in all the circles of hell fr.

One day, Charlie asked you if you were dating her father after seeing what you were doing/writing on internet.

You answered some shit like "As much as I would love to be with him, je ne pourrais qu'en rêver. He is far too good and handsome man for a simple sinner like me."

Vaggie doesn't trust you, not in a million of eons.

Sir Pentious asked if you had a death wish after he saw you touch Alastor's deer ears…

"Oh, to die by the hand of such a magnifique et servant gentleman ! What an honor that would be !"

Sir Pentious has never seen Alastor back away from someone so fast before-

Niffty like you. You regularly complimented her on her work and her beauty.

Husk, on the contrary, doesn't like you.

He had to endure you and Alastor's shit for too long, 7 years without both of you wasn't enough.

You intrude into people's intimate moments.

And by people, I mean Husk and Anthony.

Imagine Husk and Angel Dust, just being quietly alone, a super romantic moment, and then, you pop in between the two…

But sometimes when you compliment them (one time per day), they like you.

I like to think that the Tik Tok hell version is like the one of the living, with people doing random ship. And Rook!Reader live for that.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lucifer #angel dust #charlie morningstar #husker hazbin hotel #valentino #vox #vox hazbin hotel #sir pentious #niffty #vaggie #vaggie x charlie #alastor x reader #alastor x gn reader #alastor x male reader #in a way #lucifer x reader #lucifer x gn reader #lucifer x male reader #choose you team #Rook!reader #french reader #french writer #Raccoon is writing

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group A, Round 1, Poll 4:

Propaganda under the cut

Azula

Personal gain and because she was gaslit herself.

100% pure girlboss. So good at lying and manipulating that the magic human lie detector can’t figure her out. Gatekeeps her father’s “love” from her brother

Azula was considered a prodigy in firebending at a young age. And she manipulates and plots to get what she wants.

They (gas)lit stuff on fire, gatekeeped the avatar from the Fire Nation, and girlbossed all the way into insanity

Akane Kurashiki

Zero Escape spoilers! Akane Kurashiki is dead. Died in an incinerator as a child. But she's right here, isn't she? She's talking about mummies and the Titanic and I'm holding her in my arms. But also she's Zero, mastermind who trapped us here and threatened our lives. That guy literally just exploded. But Akane couldn't have done that, she's so sweet and she's so scared. Also she's dead? But wait, she's right here, and she has a fever again.

lied to a group of ppl including her childhood bestie so they'd enter a death game she planned, she's so funny. also later planned another death game to save the earth etc

GASLIGHT: - Lies to everyone and pretends to just be an innocent quirky girl when in reality, she is the mastermind behind the situation everyone has been put in. - Pretends to be sad and concerned when the bastard who almost killed her pretends to do a heroic sacrifice to get everyone's sympathy. - Pretends she's put bombs inside everyone's stomachs. Really, she only put bombs inside the people she wants revenge on. - Pretends that she and her brother aren't related. - Erases her fiancé's memories and makes him forget he proposed to her so she can go to the moon and stop the outbreak of an apocalyptic virus without him getting in the way. - Puts herself into a schrodinger's cat situation where she's both living and dead until you decide what door to walk through. - Manipulates her way into a Mars mission program. - Makes a guy think he is 45 years younger than he actually is. - Pretends she is going to stab two people to force them back in time. - Manipulates a child into participating in his father's research so he can act as a spare if necessary. GATEKEEP: - A psychic who gains near omniscience in some circumstances, but refuses to explain snything unless it suits her plans. - Says ""Only God decides who lives and dies!"" But she kills several people. Perhaps only God and Akane Kurahiki decide who lives and dies. Or maybe they're the same person? - Manipulates a woman into breaking up with a man so she can kidnap him and bring him to the moon. - Refuses to let her boyfriend meet her when it doesn't suit her plans. - Kidnaps two women and puts them into a coma for 45 years. GIRLBOSS: - Very willing to kill to achieve her goals or get revenge. - Queen of random trivia. Will info dump about her interests whenever it suits her (including when she is trapped in a freezer with two people). - If anyone touches a hair on her boyfriend's head she will not hesitate to cut them down with a chainsaw. - Stages not one but two mass kidnappings and killing games (that we know of). - Great at multitasking, she manged to save her own life and dispose of the people who almost killed her at the same time. - Uses her knowledge of the future to manipulate the stock market and become super rich. If that doesn't scream girlboss I don't know what does. - Starts her own organisation to fight cult leaders and save the world. - Has two nemeses, the CEO of a pharmaceutical company, whose life she completely destroys and a >100 year old cult leader. - Co-runs a moonbase where she has command of AIs and robots.

#group a #round 1 #atla #avatar the last Airbender #Azula #zero escape #999 #akane kurashiki #vlr #ztd

[empresskadia]

Could you imagine fighting side-by-side with the Master Chief from Installation 04 all the way to the end of the war, and meeting him again on Requiem. "I wanted to be like you, Chief."

YES, I can. I just adore these asks, gets my creative juices running. I really said we're making a short-fic with this.

The first thing that comes into mind is a Marine or an ODST that fought side by side with John through the ring. Someone who he ends up trusting considering they went through all this with him, the halo, the flood, and all that ‘fun’ stuff between. Honestly, he’s impressed they haven’t been killed yet but also how you had the ability to keep going despite everything you had faced and seen. John can think of commanders and captains who didn’t have the same resilience as you. He might even make a brief comment that you would be a good squad leader or commanding officer much to your delight.

So when he first goes MIA, it’s hard to believe that the Master Chief is gone and there is a lot of denial, but the years press on, and time doesn’t wait on anyone. I also think you would not only be grieving John’s ‘death’ but also Sergeant Johnson’s as he would’ve been your commanding officer during the war and a role model. Ultimately, you take John’s words to heart and climb up the ranks into command.

There isn’t much surprise when you are scouted out for the Spartan-IV program as one of the newest generation of Spartans by Musa Ghanem. It is surprising when he starts talking about John in an almost familiar tone and how he heard about the battles the two of you faced together on the halo. You are sold on the idea of the program as soon as Musa brings the Master Chief into the picture, what else was there than to be like him? And that maybe, if he did somehow come back, you could even have John’s back and fight for him.

As you delve into the Spartan-IV program with five others, you progress through the augmentation process, and enhancements reshape your body which lasts nearly three weeks. When it comes to training and field exercises, you and Sarah Palmer wipe the floor with the rest of the candidates. By the end of the program, you took the position of lieutenant commander as Sarah's right-hand Spartan. [Note: you and Sarah are probably besties after bonding by kicking ass. Also, Sarah has to stop you from committing something that might get you court marital a multitude of times on the UNSC Infinity, aka you almost punching the daylight out of 'captain' Andrew Del Rio.]

By the time Requiem rolls around, your reputation as a Spartan-IV and a capable leader has grown. So when you hear the distress signal, you know it's Cortana by voice alone and you are demanding to investigate, which almost prompts a fight between the captain and yourself that Commander Lasky has to intervene and side with you.

Conversation snips-

[Lasky] "I know you don't like Del Rio, Lieutenant, but I almost thought you were going to punch him."

[You] "I was this close."

[Lasky] "Your fingers are touching."

[You] "Exactly."

Or

[Lasky] "I've never seen you lose your cool like that."

[You] "I-If there is a possibility the Chief is alive, it's our job to investigate it."

[Lasky] "I feel like there is more than you're letting on."

When the UNSC Infinity crashes on Requiem, you manage to round up a squad of Spartan-IV and go scout the jungle area. It's the flash of metallic green that had you holding up your hand to stop the others from firing.

"Chief?" You call out in disbelief, your gun lower just a bit. You knew there was a possibility he was still alive but seeing him in the flesh, if it wasn't for the Spartan training, you would've started crying.

"No way...[Y/n]?" The feminine voice rang through your helmet and the sound of her on TEAMCOM had a grin touching your lips.

"'Tana! Long time no see." You gave your team a signal to hold off while you approached the Master Chief, he almost seemed to be scanning you up and down.

"You're huge! And wearing MJOLNIR."

"Ma'am yes ma'am," You chuckled. "Hi, Chief. It's good to see you up and causing trouble." This time around, John didn't seem to tower over you, he was still taller but it no longer felt like you had to crank your neck up.

"You became a Spartan?" It was a question, the first words to hear him say after all these years and you were grinning to the point your cheeks hurt.

"I wanted to be like you, Chief." You gave him a shrug. "I got scouted and here we are."

"I feel like there is more to the story than just that." Cortana quipped and you could absolutely imagine her with her hand on her hips, giving you that pointed look she did back on installation 04.

"Tell you what, we make it out of here, I buy drinks and I'll tell you everything that's happened in the last four and half years." The Spartan-ll tilted his head ever so slightly before giving you a curt nod.

"I think we would like that very much." The teasing tone in Cortana's voice didn't miss you by much and there was certainly a smile in her tone. Was she teasing you? That would have to be figured out later as several blips appeared on your radar. "So, just like old times?"

#halo #ask #asks #mini fic #halo series #master chief #john 117 #cortana #john 117 x reader #master chief x reader #halo 4 #I went wild #I literally pulled up the game for thus #kicking my feet #I had a blast writing this

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🧱 Being Date Tech's Manager 🧱

Manager Dating Aone Takanobu

Aone Takanobu featuring Date Tech x Female reader

Warnings: none

AN: This is an Anon request!

Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

First off, what a sweet bby 🥺

He's like Bokuto but quiet 🤣

He's the core of the Iron Wall of Date Tech and he's too good for this world

You'll have zero clue this man likes you

He's definitely an "observe from far away" type man

He will wait for you to approach him

And the best way to do that would be to have class with him

Which thankfully you do 🙌🏻

The first day, you sit next to him and try to strike up a conversation

He will be super polite but he doesn't say much

Thankfully you have zero issues talking 💅🏼

Soon you find him walking you to and from classes and a sweet friendship blooming

Futakuchi will catch Aone staring at you and he will tear him relentlessly

"Just ask YN out already! If you don't, I will"- Futakuchi

Aone will give him a death glare that says

"Touch YN and just SEE what happens" 😠

Aone figures there's no rush

Futakuchi thinks otherwise 🙃

Which is why he approaches you and asks you the be Date Techs manager

You 👉🏻😐😳🥺 really-

"Yeah YN I think you'd make a great manager!"- Futakuchi doing this to help his bestie out

So when you show up at the teams practice with Futakuchi, Aone is heckin MAD

"Everyone meet our new manager YN!"- the little shit

You 👉🏻🤗

Please Aone is ready to full out Iwaizumi a ball at Oikawa 🤣

That is until you interrupt

"Aone isn't it great! We get to hang out even more now!"- you 🤸‍♀️

Please the man is stunned you want to hang out more with him!

"See I told you I'm full of great ideas!"- Oikawa Jr. Futakuchi

As the year progresses you get closer and closer to Aone

Soon he's walking you to and from class as well as walking you to and from school

Mans will go out of his WAY to do this YN 👏🏻

One night, as he's walking you to your door he drops the bombshell

"YN, will you go on a date with me?"- Aone, blushing ☺️

First off, you counted 9 words he strung together in a row

That's HUGE

He's a man if very few words so the fact that he asked you that is honestky Incredible

You, being not a person of few words, literally turns into Aone

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 ok-

You made him so happy YN I can't even 😫

The following weekend he takes you out to dinner and takes you on a walk through a floral garden ✋🏻

He would be the kind of man to make floral crowns and I stand behind this 1000%

It's there that he will just blurt it out

"Yn will you be my girlfriend?"- Aone

This time, you don't lack any words

"OMG YES!"- You screaming and jumping into his arms

He totally spins you around too 😭

Husband material 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

At practice, things stay relatively the same

You do your job as manager and Aone does his job as core of the iron wall 🧱

You two don't explicitly tell anyone you're dating because why should you?

Instead it just kind of comes out

For instance, one day Futakuchi finds Aone just staring at you with a cute smile

Obara and Koganegawa comes up and watch

"I can't believe how bad Aone has it for YN. Dude he should just ask her out already!"- Obara

"YN's so hot too"- Koganegawa

Aone's head snaps to Kogane

"Whoa sorry! I meant it as a compliment"- Kogane backpedaling

Aone turns back to watch you before going back to practice

Futakuchi is now determined to ensure Aone has a chance with you

Unbeknownst to him, you've already been dating a month 🙃

Guess you don't know everything Oikawa Jr 🙄

At the end of practice, Futakuchi approaches you

His intent is simple 👉🏻male Aone jealous so he will ask you out

I mean does this man not have eyes? Like you and Aone have been practically inseparable

"Hey YN. Say are you free this weekend?"- Futakuchi

"Umm- I might be? Why need something done for the team?"- you, clueless

Aone is now watching your interaction

"Actually I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out with me"- Futakuchi 😏

Ope-

Futakuchi is Aone's best friend but lort he's gone too far!

Aone arrives at your side just as you dug I to Futakuchi

"Kenji, you do realize I'm dating Takanobu right?"- you, standing there with Aone looming behind you

Futakuchi 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

"YN is my girlfriend"- Aone 😐

"But- but HOW? WHEN?"- Futakuchi confused

Just as the confusion sets I further, our favorite 3rd tears return to check on their precious juniors

"Hello our amazing underclassmen and how are we doing today?"- Kamasaki with Moniwa and Sasaya in tow

"Jesus christ not now! Aone, YN when did you two start dating?"- Futakuchi

"Idk like a month ago"- you looking at Aone who nods his head in agreement

"Wait ✋🏻 YN and Aone??"- Moniwa

"Holy crap"- Kamasaki

"Well I guess we don't need my plan after all"- Futakuchi walking away

"Are we just going to pretend you didn't just ask me out?"- you

"YN I'm not interested in you like that"- Futakuchi

Please Aone growls 🤣

"Whoa big guy, YN's gorgeous but she's nit my type"- Futakuchi

"And who is your type?"- Kawanishi

"Apparently no one since he hasn't had a date in 3 months"- you sliding in with the facts

Please the upperclassmen of Date Tech die of laughter 😂

"I've had dates YN! Just none that I really liked!"- Futakuchi defending

"Sure"- you turning around, taking Aone's hand and walking out

"That was pretty funny YN"- Aone

You smile at him wide 😁

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyu #haikyū!! #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #haikyu x reader #date tech #dateko #date tech x female manager #dateko x female manager #date tech x reader #date tech x YN #aone takanobu #aone x you #aone x y/n #aone x reader #aone x female reader #date tech manager #date tech x you #hq aone

[moodooivy]

My ship children

I made some headcanons for the Sanses. Now I wanted to list off some of my OCs. More specifically my ship children. I will draw them later. I mean I have, they were the first things I posted. These ship kids are a few years old, I made them maybe 5 years ago. Some of these ships I don't ship anymore, but I've already developed these characters too much to just get rid of them... So... Here.

Midnight 3' 0''. (Technically) Mom is Blue, dad is Error. She has Nightmare's powers because while she was being made or whatever you call it, Nightmare touched her soul before she was fully formed. The oldest even though she's the shortest. She had a birth defect. Loves flowers. Especially lavender and roses. Loves cute animals. Especially bunnies, puppies, and kitties. Her favorite animal is butterflies. Loves squishies and stuffed animals. Loves pancakes and cookies. Likes to write. Writer's brain. Scared of basically everything. Pegasister. I mainly ship with Ivan.

Ivan 4' 4''. Mom is Horror, dad is Dust. Acts like a doggo. Scares his parents. Has a long tailbone that sticks out. Has a good sense of smell. Can probably see in the dark. He is sensitive to smell and particularly dislikes the smell of gunpowder. He never went to school. He can't speak properly and he can't read. He is just by definition slow. He likes to watch cartoons. He'll watch anything on the TV screen. Get very upset when he's hungry. Major separation anxiety. Hates the world. I mainly ship with Midnight.

Chip 3' 5''. Mom is Blue, dad is Error. Nice and plump (Before anyone says "How, she's a skeleton", easy. Ecto body). She likes hugs, but it is just a natural reflex that she glitches out when touched. She hates being stared at and will get angry, even if you just trying to admire her. The stars on her head change shape and color depending on how she feels. I mainly ship with Zany.

Zany 4' 1''. He is made out of pure negativity and magic. He is technically not related to Nightmare. But Night and Cross love and care for him like their child. Zany is the prince of darkness. But he is the complete opposite of Nightmare. Probably the nicest guy you could ever meet. Hates his name. Likes head pats. Loves strawberry milk and the color pink... Good boy. Very strong. Scared of apples. I mainly ship with Chip.

Domino 4' 0''. Mom is Chess, dad is Mafia. Smokes. Good at card tricks. Probably gambles (He cheats and never gets caught). I mainly ship with Honeydew.

Mayonnaise 4' 0''. Mom is Classic, dad is Fell. Very laid back and chill... Except when it comes to Pitaya. Zany's bestie. They do pranks on the Bad Sanses together (Except Nightmare and Dust). Cheeky little prankster. I mainly ship with Pitaya.

Pitaya 3' 8''. Mom is Melon, dad is Sugar. Loves fanfictions and shipping (Like me). Cooks and bakes (Mayo loves her baking and will try to steal it). Can speak Spanish. I mainly ship with Mayonnaise.

Honeydew 3' 6''. Mom is Melon, dad is Sugar. Hates when Domino smokes. Nerdy boy. Can speak Japanese. I mainly ship with Domino.

Constellation 3' 5''. She is made out of pure positivity and magic. She is technically not related to Dream. But Dream loves and cares for her like his child. Spoiled brat. Not a good person. Mini karen. Will start a fight with anyone. I mainly ship with Casper.

Casper 4' 0''. Mom is Dust, dad is Killer. Bipolar disorder. Tiny little prick. Scared of dogs. Hates Ivan and will take advantage of his lack of intellect. The only two people he cares about are his sister and Constellation. I mainly ship with Contellation.

Desire 3' 4'' Mom is Lust, dad is Dance. Trans M2F. Dramaqueen. Loves ballet. Wears makeup. Obsessed with her phone. Very sensitive about her identity. I mainly ship with Abstract.

Dread 3' 3'' Mom is Geno, dad is Reaper. Goth queen. Has a pet jellyfish. Has the death touch. In a book club with Zany and Midnight. Loves voodoo and poetry. I mainly ship with Scarlet.

Scarlet 3' 3'' Mom is Killer, dad is Horror. Loves tea parties. Will eat anything. Has a pet spider. Spoopy bean. She is teaching Ivan how to speak from what she's learning at school. She's not the smartest but she tries her best so she can help Ivan. She don't like clowns. I mainly ship with Dread.

Abstract 6' 0''. Has no parents. They are just a drawing came to life. The youngest but tallest (This is in birth order btw). They have no gender (I will usually refer to them as 'he' as to not be confusing by constantly saying 'they' though). Likes drawing their friends (Hasn't gotten to draw Chip yet because she refuses to stay still). Can't talk because they don't have a mouth. Their pupils shape into words that fit what they're thinking. Doesn't like profanity or technology. Collects random stuff. Likes creepy crawlies. Hate cleaning up. Scared of erasers. I mainly ship with Desire.

I didn't assign sexualities or ages to my characters because I didn't want to restrict myself or anyone who wants to use them. You can change their heights and age order if you want. You can ship them with whoever you want, proship or not. You can do whatever you want with my characters. Just credit me.

Undertale: Toby Fox Blue: Popcornpr1nce Fell: Undertale community Ink: Comyet Dream: Jokublog Nightmare: Jokublog Geno: Crayonqueen Error: Crayonqueen Fresh: Crayonqueen Horror: Sour-Apple-Studios Killer: Rahafwabas Dust: Ask-Dusttale Lust: Nsfwshamecave Reaper: Renrink Cross: Jakei95 Melon: Missladytale Sugar: Sugartale Sans Dance: Teandstars Mafia: Undermafiaz Chess: Mintysammy Children: Me

#undertale #undertale ship kids #ship kids #tango #errorberry #killhorror #afterdeath #nightberry #killerdust #horrordust #kustard #crossmare #sugarmelon

[happy-hokkyokugitsune]

Hello, fellow Shiratorizawa fan!! Give me some of your Shirabu and Taichi headcanons :))

(preferably platonic because I love some besties but idrm)

Hey, Beautiful~

More Shiratorizawa Fans! More Shiratorizawa Love!

Platonic Kawanishi & Shirabu = 100% saltmates.

The fact they call each other by their first names makes me so happy.

They have mean girl energy. Tendou and Semi are totally here for it, with popcorn at the ready. I’ve talked before about how Tendou and Semi gossip together but Shirabu and Kawanishi don’t do that, they don’t really gossip, they store information. Keep it until it needs to be unleashed.

Have the two of them reduced people to tears? Yes, the answer is yes.

They are the type of guys who could hang out an entire day without speaking and be totally fine with it, not even questioning it, heck, they probably didn’t even notice.

Sometimes they will suddenly look at each other and just walk out of the room together. Even Tendou is surprised and a bit bewildered when it happens as there is no lead-up to the interaction at all.

Tendou follows them once and is quite disappointed to see the two of them leaning back against a wall near a vending machine, looking off into the distance, just sipping their strawberry milk quietly. He has dubbed it their “strawberry milk meetings” although, only Ushijima is aware of the name.

Shirabu is the only person who knows about Kawanishi’s glasses.

Kawanishi secretly helps Tendou with any prank involving Shirabu. He can’t help it, it’s just too funny to see his bestie on a rampage.

Besides, Tendou almost always takes the fall. Win/Win.

They’ll call each other and just leave the line open while they do their own thing. It might seem strange to some people but it’s something they like to do, and it reminds them of having their siblings around. Every once in a while one of them might say something, but most of the time they just like hearing the sounds of their bestie going about their day. 

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Kawanashi and Shirabu noticed each other on the first day of volleyball practice. That was an easy thing to accomplish considering they both have a knack for noticing most details. 

But they weren’t in the same class. Didn’t live near each other in the dorms. Were split up during volleyball practice. Neither of them showed up at the cafeteria. And Shirabu didn’t need a study group.

So, the first time Kawanishi and Shirabu truly met was in a bathroom of all places. Shirabu was splashing water on his face and staring angrily at his own eyes. If it had been anyone else who had seen him they would have walked away, instead, Kawanishi stepped in and locked the door behind him. 

Shirabu sent him a death glare as he appeared in the mirror but Kawanishi isn’t scared easily, his sister had put a stop to that nonsense. So he just leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and stared at Shirabu until the guy spilled his guts about what was going on (that's a hc for a different time.) The moment he was done, Kawanishi strode over, looked him directly in the eyes with as much understanding as he could muster, clapped a hand on Shirabu’s shoulder, and squeezed it lightly before leaving.

That was the strangest occurrence in Shirabu’s life. 

Why didn’t Kawanishi say anything? Why did he stay? Did he imagine that look of understanding? The guy touched him and he didn’t even freak out!!? Basically, he spent a few weeks dreading running into the middle blocker and trying to ignore him during practice, his brain running rampant with intrusive thoughts.

Kawanishi was aware of his turmoil but just waited, he wasn’t sure what he was waiting for exactly, just knew instinctually that it was best if he did.

A month later Shirabu showed up at his dorm.

“Why did you do that!?” His cheeks were red and his hair was a bit out of sorts. “You didn’t even say anything!”

The guy was nonstop venting about everything he had been keeping in since that day.

Kawanishi just stood there in a t-shirt and Naruto boxer briefs still half asleep until the setter tired himself out. Once he did, Kawanishi clicked his tongue and said “It’s the middle of the night for fucks sake, talk to me tomorrow” and slammed the door in his face.

Some people would be pissed, or hurt. Shirabu on the other hand was relieved. He knew he was being stupid. Knew he shouldn’t bother people like that. But Kawanishi had said “Talk to me tomorrow” which meant that he wasn’t blowing him off. He was just pointing out how illogical he was being in the bluntest way possible.

And although Kawanishi is the better of the two at reading people, Shirabu was the one who realized that he had just met his best friend.

Hope you enjoyed my headcanons <3

#look at them #look at smiley shirabu ;A; #these two composed dudes slapping hands excitedly is one of the best things ever #haikyuu #shiratorizawa #happy headcanons #asks #haikyuu headcanons #hokkyokugitsune talks #Kawanishi & Shirabu #kawanishi taichi #shirabu kenjirō

[ova-kakyoin]

YES tell me 🥺🥺🥺

I KNO U SENT THIS A WEEK AGO BUT I AM GOING TO ANSWER IT NOW BCUS I JUST GOT THE BLURAY OKOKOK SO

the ones within is a super swag and cringe anime abt lets players being forced to touch grass in a death game and there are parts of it that i can write academic papers on it esp regarding the characters dynamics and difference and how fucking unaware some of these characters are of themselves but instead im going to talk abt the funny shit because theres so much absolutely ridiculous shit in this series that kills me

- most of the cast is canonically bisexual

- their bisexuality is canonized thru one character who has eyes that can make anyone who looks into them for five seconds fall madly in love with him

- these powers are never explained and we are left to assume that they are indeed magic even tho there is no other magic in the series

- except for one time the characters all swap bodies which is also never explained

- two of the characters call eachother bestie

- these two characters also regularly meet up by a river and beat the shit out of each other to blow off steam

- two of the characters developed a genuine attraction to eachother by roleplaying as lesbians for views

- the main character isnt the designated leader of the group and the group is instead led by the resident manwhore

- the mascot character gets executed with a rifle at point blank range

- the resident rough and tough angry guy only reads magical girl manga

- we only know the age of one of the characters but its likely that thats not actually his age and he doesnt actually know how old he is

- a cat boy lives in the sewers of the death game

- one of the characters does lets plays from her schools computer lab

- one of the characters becomes mario, this is never explained or solved

- im pretty sure one of the characters isnt even a lets player he just got plucked off of the street after getting kicked out of his house

- the host of the games swims and bathes fully clothed

and for the grand finale the funniest anime character since doug billingham: zakuro oshigiri:

- he tries to be an intense and mysterious badass who wears a facemask all of the time, but hes actually a huge fucking idiot who is awful at hiding the fact that hes gay, is scared of women, got kidnapped on purpose, only wears v-necks, believes that sex before marriage is a sin, and carried a live fish in his pocket for an entire day for literally no reason

#i actually did write an academic paper on two characters and how one has had to build her identity and sense of self up after her parents #erased it and the other sees himself as some sort of rebel going against what his family wants when hes actually following everything #they taught him to do to a T #my teacher read it #he liked it #anyways #naka no hito genome #the ones within #ask #g0reoz

[x-authorship-x]

SInce Obito is in the past as well ('In the Eye of the Beholder'), do you have any thoughts about Hashirama/Obito?

Yo~

I enjoy Hashirama/Obito, I've devoured enough rare-pair collections in my day to have a healthy appreciation for these two!

I think there's already a lot of good stuff out there about them but I'll just hash (heh...Hash) out my thoughts since you asked so nicely~

Let's get some context 👏

Obito does not have a great life, frankly. When he's not being an ignored orphan in a very strict and ambitious Clan, he's mediocre in class and shown up by this pipsqueak prodigy, who also has his bestie in a tizzy. Graduating doesn't improve much, when he's got front row seats to the Kakashi Show, Minato-sensei is literally that kid's adoptive father/brother, and Rin is crushing harder than ever. The one time Kakashi admits Obito is right, Obito 'dies' in agony, blinded, only to wake up to Crazy-ass Madara himself and a post-trauma Mokuton operation. The world literally goes to shit and Obito is erratic as FUCK. He's finally a badass tho, so pros and cons

Let's compare with Hashirama, who's the eldest of four brothers and fit to inherit a clan that's locked in a bloodied feud with no end in sight. He has a lot of chakra, which we know means he was off to a really rough start with his education, and his younger brothers died young. His remaining brother, Tobirama, is not only much more distant and critical of Hashirama, but he's also much more receptive to their fathers lessons on the feud and brutality etc... so it's like Hashirama can't protect anyone from anything, not his brothers from death and not his clan from the feud and not Tobirama from himself. He has dreams for peace, he meets a young like-minded boy, and the smallest taste of hope is almost immediately ruined; the boy is an Uchiha, which would be great if they hadn't been caught and threatened, if Tobirama hadn't snitched, if they could just make some progress. And growing up, getting stronger, taking on more responsibilities as clan heir... None of this is helping. He's no further forward. He has power and prestige and yet no one will listen, he can't even convince his own brother... What can he do?

Together!

Obito is an Uchiha with Mokuton, regardless of the fact it isn't naturally occurring. He's powerful, literally untouchable, and he might be mullish but he's emotionally sensitive and touch-starved. He also has a guilt complex the size of the (no jinxes) moon AND he's in the market for a life's purpose.

Hashirama is... Hashirama. He is precious and hopeful and tender and loving. He has a purpose but no umph to get it rolling, he is in need of some devotion to match his own ability to love so absolutely. He needs something to crack the stalemate and he needs backup.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

They just click like jigsaw peices, they are literally counterparts to what the other is so sorely in need of. And it's not just a 'need' but it will be a match of personalities as well-

Hashirama is shameless with his love, he is unapologetic with his emotions and that will be so healthy for Obito, who has been shamed for his emotions all his life and who has hungered for someone to love him as much as he himself loves. Hashirama has a lightness to him but never a naivety, a brightness that Obito desperately needs, and he will absolve Obito for all the horrible things he's done. Obito is such a ride-or-die that Hashirama will flourish under his protective fervour, he is snarky but honest and it's a touch of bite that Hashirama is lacking in.

They will literally transform the world together. It's so satisfying when people are reciprocated in their entirety, this is also why I'm a sucker for mutual pining 🤭

P.S- if, like with Shisui/Hashirama/Mito, this is poly then it still works (Poly Fixes Everything 😤) because what you get instead is an Uchiha-Senju-Uzumaki treaty and a dynamic that functions well: Mito and Hashirama smother Obito with affirmations, Mito is absolutely the Brains of the organisation and gets a lot for floral gifts (She is either holding both of them on toddler leashes OR she is hiding amusement behind a masterful Pokerface as Obito is bitchy-snarking beneath his breath to her whilst Hashirama plays nice with others), and Hashirama has two amazing people to go to with idealistic dreams and who will say "okay sweetie let's make this reality" to him and then do it

Enjoy, Anon! ✨

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #obito/hashirama #obito/Hashirama/mito

[narrators-journal]

Breath play ryomina lovely bestie mwah mwah <3

This is pure self-indulgence. I just wanted to write this and had a blast doing it. Thank you sweetness <3

Also, for anyone reading this, this is an AU. Just pure stupid fun

CW: Unhealthy dynamics, Serial killer Ryoji, breath play

Of all Junpei's friends I've met. He had to bring him on a week-long fucking vacation. Minato fumed to himself. Glaring over at the tall brunette that was chattering like a pair of birds with his friend. Though, Minato couldn't blame his well-meaning friend for putting him in this situation.

From Junpei's perspective, Ryoji Mochizuki was nothing more than a cute guy Minato had seemed to get on with during one of the many times he'd been drug out to socialize. Due to complex circumstances and emotions. The boastful man had no idea of the melancholy hell that had followed that meeting at the bar.

What Minato could blame him for, though, was the next idea to come out of his mouth.

"Oh, oh! How about we play Seven minutes in heaven?" Junpei suggested, beaming over at Minato, Yukari, Mitsuru, and Akihiko. Who all sat in the living room area and made faces at the suggestion.

"There's not many of us here, wouldn't be a very fun game." Mitsuru hummed, but the man shrugged while Ryoji's sapphire eyes burned a hole into Minato.

"Either that or truth or dare, so pick your poison." That made the blue-haired boy scowl darkly.

He wasn't particularly keen on playing either option with Ryoji. He would've, before the brunette had broken into his home in the middle of the night, but now? Now, the pretty man's coy smile made his stomach twist and flutter all at once. Yet, Junpei chugging a beer for a bottle, and the others gathering into a circle made it pretty clear he had no way out. So, with a reluctant sigh, the midnight-haired boy plopped down between Yukari and Akihiko.

One bright spot to sitting on the floor and watching his friends play the game, though. Was that at least Ryoji sitting across the circle from him. Not right beside him, finding any excuse to touch him. The asocial boy had had enough of Ryoji touching him for one lifetime. Especially after the criminal had managed to get behind him and wrap his arms around his waist. That, or the limit was when, in that same position, Ryoji dared to let his mouth hover just above the crook of Minato's-

"Oh Minato~" Said brunette sang, snapping Minato out of his thoughts. Dragging his attention away from the tingle he'd sent through himself and back to the game in front of him. Only to find the neck of the beer bottle pointing at him and a sweet smile on Ryoji's face.

The boy looked to the others,

"So, which of you spun it? Because if it was Yukari or Mitsuru..." He asked, trying not to let the desperation slip into his usually disinterested voice as he scanned over his friends' faces.

"Nope!" Ryoji said, "You're all mine, funeral lily~" Ryoji crowed, confirming his worst fears.

"Aww, don't get shy now, Minato!" Junpei laughed at the dark scowl the boy shot at the newest member of the friend group. Despite the dusting of pink that also graced his pale face. "It's only seven minutes, and you don't have to do anything if you don't wanna. You can legit stare him to death." He assured, Minato rolling his gray eyes and getting up.

Could always say no. Tell Ryoji to go fuck himself. The more logical side of his brain whispered. But then the realistic side had to remind him, Wait, that would be super weird. Especially after how receptive I was the last time Junpei saw us together. How would I explain that? Tell the truth and doom everyone here to die? There was no way to slice it where Minato could do that. He had no choice but to get in the damned closet.

So, without looking at his partner, the boy stomped into the closet. Letting Junpei lock them into the darkness for seven long minutes. Seven long, silent minutes.

At least, Minato had wished for those minutes to be spent silently standing on opposite ends of the space. Him with his back against the door, his dark eyes glaring daggers into Ryoji, who stood with his back to the wall. Ryoji, though, couldn't give him even that small kindness.

"Mina," He breathed sweetly. His voice was barely above a whisper while he took the few steps it took to be standing face to face with the boy. "Will you please be nice to me? I'm not here to cause harm." He whispered, his hand reaching out to caress the boy's arm, but Minato smacked it away. Stepping around him to move to the back of the closet and continue glaring at him.

"Why the fuck are you here then?" Minato asked. Keeping his voice low so the others didn't hear, but his words were still as sharp as Ryoji's knife.

"I missed you, I haven't seen you for an entire year," Ryoji explained, stepping closer again.

"Bullshit." Minato spat. "You've been stalking me for that entire year, you've seen me near fucking daily."

"I told you earlier, Mina. It's rude to call having a secret admirer stalking."

In a flash of irrationality, Minato lunged at the serial killer. And just as quickly, Ryoji slammed him back into the wall. Knocking the breath from the emo boy and pinning his wrists above his head with a single, powerful hand. A sickly familiar and thrilling position.

"Now, now, Minato." He breathed, his face now so close, it made Minato's heart race. "Can you not play nice with me for seven minutes at the least?" Before he could get the breath to reply, Junpei knocked.

"You two good in there? Don't hurt yourselves or anything. You can go to a spare room after your four minutes." The other brunette assured, Minato able to hear his friends giggling.

"We're fine! Sorry about that, I tripped." Ryoji lied, causing another wave of giggles.

After that, Ryoji turned his attention back to the person he once again had trapped between his body and a wall.

"You. Broke into. My home." Minato hissed, "And you expect me to now kiss you?"

"I. Didn't. Hurt you. Though." The brunette whispered back. The huskiness of his voice causing an involuntary shudder to course through his victim. A shudder he felt without a doubt if his pleased hum was anything to go by.

For a short moment, neither spoke. Minato couldn't find the venom to put into his words, and Ryoji seemed to be soaking in the eighteen-year-old's embarrassment. Using his free hand after a moment to lift his chin and force Minato to look him in the eye.

"It's okay if you don't want to admit you wanna kiss me, funeral lily." He purred, his lips just barely touching Minato's before he added, "Though I'll admit it pretty freely."

Before the midnight-haired emo could squeak out a response, the killer's mouth was on his. Holy fuck his lips are soft. The thought, and only the thought, making the asocial boy groan. Fuck, wait! This is a damned serial killer, you can't let him seduce you! He chided himself, but his body failed to get that message. Because as soon as Ryoji hooked his free hand around his waist to pull him closer, a sigh slipped out.

It would've been so much easier to avoid that if Ryoji had proved to be a disappointing kisser. But, he was proving the exact opposite. So, the second Minato's wrists got even a sliver of freedom he pulled them free. Tangling his fingers into Ryoji's soft hair before he could think to stop himself.

But, the moment they separated for air and Minato saw the smug smirk Ryoji had. And felt the killer's arms holding his heated body as they were, his senses flooded back to him.

"L-let me go." He snapped, inwardly kicking himself at the stutter while his companion pouted,

"Aww, but you feel so nice against me. Plus," He gave an awkward sort of chuckle, "if we separate, uh, well..." Instead of finishing his sentence, Ryoji ground into the blue-haired man. Throwing gasoline on the fire already burning in Minato's stomach. "Yeah. I dunno about you, but I can't exactly go out there acting like nothing happened with that." he said when the grumpy boy arched his back at the friction.

Ryoji, annoyingly, had a point. Minato didn't have much of a sexual appetite. But, he couldn't lie to himself and claim he could play off the restless energy thrumming through his vein. Or get himself off in the bathroom in any satisfactory way. So, he gave a defeated sigh.

"I guess...It wouldn't be the worst idea to...take up Junpei's offer." He agreed, looking over the racks full of clothes instead of Ryoji's face while he spoke. He didn't need to anyway, the killer had made it clear that he agreed with his idea.

So, after adjusting themselves and being let out of the closet, Minato wordlessly grabbed Ryoji's highlighter-yellow scarf and drug him off to one of the spare rooms. Much to the perverted amusement of the teen's friends.

"Easy, Funeral lily. I'm right be-" That time, it was the brunette who got cut off by a kiss. Sparing the midnight-haired male from the killer's flirts and jokes while pulling him into the nearest room.

Ryoji, meanwhile, followed his lead. More interested in hungrily attacking Minato's mouth than how the boy maneuvered him into a room and began backing him up until he finally hit the desk. Only then, did the brunette break the kiss to ask,

"What are you up to, Funeral lily?" His only response, though, was Minato yanking at his belt until it came loose. Allowing him to push the man's dress pants down with his boxers.

After that, Ryoji gave an interested hum and pulled himself up onto the desk.

"I didn't take you for a top, Mina~" He chuckled. Though his coy grin vanished when the eighteen-year-old pulled him into another heated kiss. One that he held for a moment, letting his surprised squeak morph into an eager moan before he leaned back to break it. "Oh, wait. Not to sound presumptuous, but I've got a small thing of lube in my pocket. You're gonna need it if you're gonna fuck me."

That made the boy snort, but he fished the small bottle from the killer's pants pocket instead of making accusations or asking questions. Then, he made quick work of getting his own pants off. A process that his companion watched with lust glowing in his blue eyes. Next time, I should let him suck me off. The morally-questionable side of Minato that was filling his blood with restless energy decided. But he was quick to correct himself, Fuck, wait! He's a nutjob, no matter how pretty. I can't be fucking him regularly.

Despite that reminder, Minato still poured a generous splash of lube onto his fingers and pressed a digit to the brunette's entrance. The brunette arching his back off of the desk he lay on in eager response.

"Ohhhh fuck," He mewled, "Yes, yes. Fuck me!" He pushed himself up onto his elbows as he spoke, giving him his most desperate look. "Please..."

For a second, the cranky male debated blue-balling Ryoji. For nothing more than the needy look in his captivating blue eyes. Yet, the thought of actually doing as he'd asked, pounding his stalker senseless. Making the murderer beg more. It was too good of an offer to pass up. Even with how riled up Minato already was.

But first, he couldn't help but tease the unstable man who'd taken such a shine to him. First, by circling his entrance, then pushing a lubricated finger in bit by bit. Watching the brunette's face twist with a pleasure edged with frustration. A pleasure that only increased when he began to thrust the digit slowly.

"Minato..." Ryoji whimpered in protest. His legs locking around the blue-haired male's hips when the boy slipped a second finger in, making Ryoji moan.

"Do you need to be that noisy?" The emo hissed, stilling his fingers against his partner's sweet spot.

"Do you need to tease?! I've said please, fuck me already!" He snapped, his words coming out as a whine.

But, instead of answering his plea, Minato pulled his fingers out. Ignoring the way his partner reached to try and stop his hand before he could pull his scarf off.

"H-hey! That's mine!" Though, as he spoke, Minato folded the scarf over itself once and then over Ryoji's head. Earning a quizzical look that turned into a narrowed, yet intrigued stare when he pulled the ends through the loop and created a sort of slipknot.

A slipknot Minato then used to kill his next question before he got it out. Pulling until the only noise the brunette could manage was a squeaky moan. Oh, the irony. He thought with a small smile pulling at his lips and a swell of satisfaction in his chest.

"If you keep yowling, I'll make sure you can't make any sound. Got it?" Minato almost purred. Watching the lustful light grow in Ryoji's eyes after he'd nodded and the emo loosened the scarf to allow him air.

So, with that issue taken care of. Minato wrapped the ends of Ryoji's scarf around one hand and lined his throbbing member with his entrance. Pushing the tip tentatively into the tight ring of muscles. For no other reason than to have an excuse to tighten the knot once more when the serial killer whined like a whore. Getting another dose of the power high he got from seeing the brief flash of fear Ryoji's lust-blown eyes.

Once satisfied with the man's squeaky whimpers, he let him breathe again. Thoroughly enjoying the desperate gasp for breath Ryoji gave.

"Minato..." He panted, tears lingering in the corner of his eyes while his legs quivered around Minato's hips. "I'm begging you...Please, please fuck me." As he spoke, he tried to pull the boy closer and force his member deeper into himself. But, the blue-haired boy refused to budge. "Please! Fucking...t-take your anger out on me. Slam my head through the wall. Anything! Just fuck me already." He continued, his wintery eyes glazed over with need. A look that made Minato's blood tingle again.

So, at long last, he caved. Slamming into Ryoji as hard as he could with no warning.

"Minato!" Ryoji exclaimed in surprise. And, despite the sudden tight warmth sending waves of pleasure through his veins, Minato kept his wits enough to pull the scarf taut again. Please god, let this not be the only time we do this. The emo thought through the pleasured haze.

Though, Minato wasn't about to blame the brunette. If he found the surges of power he got from seeing his stalker devolve into a panting, teary-eyed mess who had his tongue sticking out and his hair progressively falling into his face with each harsh thrust addictive. He was sure Ryoji found the head rush and sparks of panic just as hot. So Minato's only real concern was making sure he gave the man time to breath. Even though the way Ryoji arched his back, clawed the desk while his member twitched made the shaggy-haired boy think the killer might not have minded going out that way.

"Fuck...Mina..." Ryoji panted, "I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum!" letting go of the desk to push away the hand Minato had his scarf trapped in as he spoke. So, the man took the hint. Pulling the scarf taut one final time while he sped up his ruthless pace. Only letting Ryoji breathe again when he got closer to his orgasm.

What he wasn't expecting, though, was for the endorphin rush paired with the euphoria high to make Ryoji's muscles clamp down on his member while the boy yowled. So, the forceful burst of breathtaking heat that washed over him was a total surprise.

Ripping one final, louder moan from the blue-haired boy, and leaving him no other option than to pour his cum into the killer. Left to the mercy of the world-shaking shockwaves rippling through his body afterward.

The high, of which, made him collapse forward onto the man's chest. Though, he couldn't find it in himself to give a crap about his vulnerabilities. Nor about the way Ryoji wrapped his strong arms around him and carded his fingers through Minato's shaggy hair.

"I hope you know," The killer hummed while Minato still buzzed with the high of climax, "I'm never letting you go now~"

#Ryoji Mochizuki x Minato Arisato #RyoMina #Persona 3 #Persona #Kinktober 2022 #prompt list #Kinktober #Minato Arisato #Ryoji Mochizuki #ask #self-indulgence #not sfw #lemon #serial killer!Ryoji #AU #Alternate universe

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group A, Round 2, Poll 3:

Propaganda under the cut

GLaDOS

I mean, obviously.

Akane Kurashiki

Zero Escape spoilers! Akane Kurashiki is dead. Died in an incinerator as a child. But she's right here, isn't she? She's talking about mummies and the Titanic and I'm holding her in my arms. But also she's Zero, mastermind who trapped us here and threatened our lives. That guy literally just exploded. But Akane couldn't have done that, she's so sweet and she's so scared. Also she's dead? But wait, she's right here, and she has a fever again.

lied to a group of ppl including her childhood bestie so they'd enter a death game she planned, she's so funny. also later planned another death game to save the earth etc

GASLIGHT: Lies to everyone and pretends to just be an innocent quirky girl when in reality, she is the mastermind behind the situation everyone has been put in. Pretends to be sad and concerned when the bastard who almost killed her pretends to do a heroic sacrifice to get everyone's sympathy. Pretends she's put bombs inside everyone's stomachs. Really, she only put bombs inside the people she wants revenge on. Pretends that she and her brother aren't related. Erases her fiancé's memories and makes him forget he proposed to her so she can go to the moon and stop the outbreak of an apocalyptic virus without him getting in the way. Puts herself into a schrodinger's cat situation where she's both living and dead until you decide what door to walk through. Manipulates her way into a Mars mission program. Makes a guy think he is 45 years younger than he actually is. Pretends she is going to stab two people to force them back in time. Manipulates a child into participating in his father's research so he can act as a spare if necessary. GATEKEEP: A psychic who gains near omniscience in some circumstances, but refuses to explain snything unless it suits her plans. Says ""Only God decides who lives and dies!"" But she kills several people. Perhaps only God and Akane Kurahiki decide who lives and dies. Or maybe they're the same person? Manipulates a woman into breaking up with a man so she can kidnap him and bring him to the moon. Refuses to let her boyfriend meet her when it doesn't suit her plans. Kidnaps two women and puts them into a coma for 45 years. GIRLBOSS: Very willing to kill to achieve her goals or get revenge. Queen of random trivia. Will info dump about her interests whenever it suits her (including when she is trapped in a freezer with two people). If anyone touches a hair on her boyfriend's head she will not hesitate to cut them down with a chainsaw. Stages not one but two mass kidnappings and killing games (that we know of). Great at multitasking, she manged to save her own life and dispose of the people who almost killed her at the same time. Uses her knowledge of the future to manipulate the stock market and become super rich. If that doesn't scream girlboss I don't know what does. Starts her own organisation to fight cult leaders and save the world. Has two nemeses, the CEO of a pharmaceutical company, whose life she completely destroys and a >100 year old cult leader. Co-runs a moonbase where she has command of AIs and robots.

#group a #round 2 #Portal #Portal 2 #GLaDOS #GLaDOS Portal #GLaDOS Portal 2 #zero escape #999 #akane kurashiki #vlr #ztd

[lightningandfireinmybones]

romeo and juliet au’s have my mind 🤔🤔🤔

the blacks and greens have been split long before viserys died but…his death brings them together. aemond has been married to alys for a few years (she’s fine enough and needed alicent to stop asking him when he’ll marry since she knows he’s the only kid that’ll do what he’s told) (also i’m making his ass like 30 in this). at the funeral he sneaks a peek at his niece that he’s never met and becomes a infatuated with her (this man can’t believe that he’s been kept away from her his whole life). meanwhile valaena fresh out of university has been warned by her family (of course) to stay away from him but there’s just something about this tall older man that makes her squirm. cue the big family party where they sneak away and talk and hook up. cue them falling in love, cue him cheating on alys since they’re not completely ready to expose their relationship (daemon suspects and they know that if aemond divorced alys out of the blue then everyone will know). but also cue valaena teasing him CONSTANTLY at family events where he has to keep appearances up with alys and the RISK factor of them being caught makes things more spicy. (bestie i can’t outline a story for a life of me can you tell i’m not a writer). i feel like cheating trope (not on each other obviously) is totally valaemond’s thing which is why we’re gonna exclude alys from joining in this scenario

YES BESTIE LETS DO THIS

i am not a cheating apologist EXCEPT,,, soulmates!!!! who have no other way to be together!!!!

aemond, determined to be the perfect son, keep their family together, marrying mother approved alys rivers for the connections and her own power,,, she's a good match for aemond, but they're not in love,,, aemond can always feel something missing, that someone is out there, his true match (rhaenyra knows her daughter, her brother,,, she's been careful to let valaena stay as hidden as she wants,,,, generational trauma and tropes are hard to escape and if her daughter shows no interest in the danger of their famiy business she'll let her stay that way!!!!!)

and then his father dies and his whole world shifts

suddenly he has power, authority, an even greater depth of wealth than before, the whole family and operation in his hands,,, there truly is no one that can stop him or control him now,,, a tyrant has been born

and at the wedding, he sees his niece for the first time in maybe 15 years,,, she's young and fresh but not innocent (she wears a black silk dress a touch too short but not enough for anyone to say anything, fishnets, and heels) , meeting his gaze with a shrewd curiosity and resistance that has him hard at his father's funeral,,, she's been warned, but that only makes her more interested in her powerful uncle

an obsession is born, on both their sides

they're sneaking away and fucking in a coat closet at a funeral, aemond showering her in gifts and jewels, luxury hotel rooms, promises of their future together, threats of what would happen if she ever let another man touch her

but valaena is impatient,,, she starts teasing him, taunting him, driving him to the edge of madness with flashes of her garter at dinner, pictures of the lingerie he buys her, laughing stories exchanged with baela and rhaena about "her men"

#oh delicious bestie #pls this is good feeding!!!! #bless you #ask #tdopom fic #heaven knows fic

[axel-addams]

#huntsvilleintro

the basics;

FULL NAME: Axel Andreas Addams

NICKNAME: Doesn't have one, goes by Axel

GENDER: Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him

AGE: Forty

OCCUPATION: Mechanic @ Pete's Garage

RESIDENCE: The Town

RESIDENT or VISITOR: Resident

HUNTER or GATHERER: Hunter

TITLE: The Damned

FACECLAIM: Sebastian Stan

the personality;

++ resourceful, problem solver, genuine, honest, independent

-- irritable, stubborn, private, reserved, unlucky

tropes - grease monkey, mr fixit, the chosen one, the cursed, lamb to the slaughter

personality type - virtuoso (ISTP)

the bio;

(tw; death, depression, alcoholism)

they're kooky and they're spooky, the addams family.

a common joke that axel put up with when he was growing up un huntsville. the addams family, a legacy family who have been around huntsville since it was founded. the family were well liked in the town and often made charitable donations to huntsville to support their community. when axel came along, the family legacy was drummed into him and how that legacy came with certain expectations. axel being axel had no intention of being defined by expectations, his family was huge, there was no need for that kind of pressure.

seemed like fate loved to take the piss out of axel, as his family started dropping like flies around him. one by one it was like they were being picked off by age, illness and downright freak accidents. death was playing russian roulette with the addams family and by the time axel was in his late twenties he was the last remaining addams. the sole heir to their estate and everything that came with it.

being around so much death would get to anyone, and it got to axel. the paranoia alone almost killed him. he was grieving his family, stressed to the point his own brain would work against him in confusion, he'd stopped eating and sleep was but a near distant memory. it had taken him being admitted to hospital for a duration that he finally started to get his wits about him again. axel's never recovered from the losses in his life and its been a lasting fear in him that if he were to ever meet someone and have children that they would be taken from him too. convinced he's damned, he now remains reserved and private, and returns back to an empty home that's far too big for one so alone.

inheriting the family estate meant that axel didn't need to work a day in his life if he chose not to. he had studied mechanics and engineering but didn't plan to do anything serious with it other than be a freelance advisor to companies outside the town. but when the internet and cell service died that plan went up in flames. when he returned home from his stint the hospital, he spent his days locked away in his house drinking away his sorrows. with nothing to do, infinite cash and a brain that had too much going on, he found himself reaching for the bottle more and more. it took years and hitting lower than rock bottom for axel to have that epiphany wake up call he needed to get his life together. he joined AA and vowed to never to let alcohol touch his lips again.

his sponsor advised doing something to keep himself busy. falling back on his mechanic and engineering skills had never been more of a lifeline than they were then to him. he joined the team at pete's garage and has been putting time in there ever since. he likes it, it keeps him busy and it forces him to talk to people - which he wouldn't do otherwise.

other notes;

+ joined AA after realising he had a drinking problem. he's been sober since his mid 30's

+ lives in the big spooky house - contents of house less spooky, more kooky...maybe a lil goofy

+ restores cars & any other broken items he can find

the possible connections;

friends

besties

acquaintances

enemies

ex's

co-workers

customers

family friends

neighbours

AA sponsor/other AA attendees

open to any and all plots/connections & if you'd like to plot with axel or would even just like to have a chat, please feel free to drop me a message any time

will add to this as i go along but this is the general outline

#huntsvilleintro #axel's intro #headcanon

[ousama]

if i have to do 1-15 you have to do 16-30. and 31 bc i like that one

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

oh i do not list him publicly but i have an oc who is a doctor :) so him. probably. his name is valentine.

17. Any OC OTPs?

goat and bing are everything to me im obsessed w their relationship and i think im going to hell for that

18. Any OC crackships?

NOT WITH MY OWN BUT my oc avi and my besties oc airam have totally fucked imo

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

I THINK I ANSWERED THIS LAST TIME but ennui/linus always its years of therapy as a drawing

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

ai-ka is a singer but i havent thought too deep abt her voice bc i dont want it to be an existing vocaloid but still like..a voice bank.

21. Your most artistic OC

i think i answered this w ai-ka last time so still her (doesnt get the question)

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

i dont think people know my ocs enough to mischaracterize them but if they did i think itd be loven

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

i know i did this one before but idk if anyones changed as much as avi he was three drastically different characters

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

i need to smoke weed with ana

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

motions to ennui. also applebees but they're a sona as well. none look like me bc I hate drawing humans

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

i don't think so? i don't take orders anyways so i don't think I'd do anything against my will

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

nop

28. Your most dangerous OC?

oleander inherently because he is. death. you can't touch him

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

MERIK

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

i like to bully goat i think he could

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

KAIZO is one of those kidcore bloggers who remakes every month bc he keeps getting called out for sending death threats and leaking peoples ips. i think he'd kin komaeda

#my toyhouse is quinbe if anyone wants to look at the guys I'm talking about

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

@fangirl-and-stuff I told you I'd figure out a way to get this posted, feat. my best attempts at filling in the reaction memes.

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTT

I JUST FINISHED READING AND I AM NOT WELL

FIRST AND FOREMOST I FUCKING KNEW HER BITCH ASS SNAKE OF A SPERM DONOR WAS THE ONE THAT HAD HER KIDNAPPED

"BITCH ASS SNAKE OF A SPERM DONOR" IS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER READ. Also- who else did you think it was gonna be??

IM SO GLAD THAT YOONGI SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD EVEN THOUGH I WISH THEY MADE HIM SUFFER MORE THAN GIVING HIM A QUICK DEATH

AND MC..... FUCKKKKKK POOR MC GOING THROUGH ALL THOSE HORRIBLE THINGS (I DONT WANT TO MENTION ANYTHING THAT DID HAPPEN SO I DONT TRIGGER ANYONE)

ALL BECAUSE HE WANTED TO GIVE HER TO THE PERSON WHO BOUGHT HER?!?! FUCK HIM AND AGAIN I WISHED HE SUFFERED MORE

I did originally plan for a long torturous death for him via hyung line feat. jungkook, but as I was actually writing the scene I decided I actually wanted (and fit the characterization better imo) yoongi to just end him then and there. Yoongi's line there is one of my favorite in the whole chapter

"Were you really going to sit there and let him talk about her like that? Cause I sure as fuck wasn't."

Truly, we stan.

When Jackson was introduced, I was skeptical bc wtf are you here and why do you want to help MC hmmmm???

And then when it cut to 8 years later and then seeing him gaslight and manipulate tf outta the MC... oooo it had my blood boiling

I TAKE IT BACK THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING. I HAVE BEEN LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS IMAGE FOR WEEKS NOW.

The overall consensus on Jackson is, no one likes him. And that was kinda the point. So I did my job. [Insert spoiler-y things here]

AND AHHHHHH THE WAY SHE ENCOUNTERED JIMIN WHEN HE WAS DROPPING OFF SOMEONE THAT THEY HELPED MADE ME SCREECH AND THE WAY THE CHAPTER CUT TO THE BOYS AND THEN MC WAS IMMACULATE BTW I LOVED THAT

AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK WAS LOOKING FOR MC AS HARD AS NAMJOON STILL DOES BC HE WANTS THEM TO BE REUNITED AND HAPPY AND AHHHHH MY FREAKING HEART

I'm glad that last scene worked the way I wanted it to, I was really worried about it. I kept sending little screenshots to my friends asking "does this make sense?? When it's written like this??"

AND I CAN'T BELIEVE WE GOT THE BACKSTORY OF HOW JOON AND JUNGKOOK MET AND HOW JIMIN AND TAE JOINED THEIR GANG AHHHHHHH

I mean I knew we were probably going to touch on that this chapter considering it covers the entire decade they were apart but like it was still a pleasant surprise

Namkook is so precious to me. Jungkook is too precious for this story.

Okay also that part where MC was hired to find JK had me giggling bc in the way that no one could find him bc he left Busan was basically the same way why the boys couldn't find MC bc she left Seoul to Busan. Did that make sense? I feel like it made more sense in my head but hopefully you understand hehe

I feel like I had more to say but I'm gonna reread the chapter again to remember but with that being said...

Happy and safe and healthy and secure is the endgame. It's just. It's gonna take a while. A very long while.

My dear author, I am so happy that you were able to finish this chapter and I am so excited to see how this story goes! I'm really glad I stumbled upon your story and I can't wait to read the scene of the aftermath of MC saying "I watched you close the door" I have a feeling it's going to be angsty in the best way. You go and rest that wonderful brain of yours, bestie... you earned it 💜💜💜

Oh my word darling, this is one of the best reviews I've ever gotten 🥰🥰 I am so glad that you're enjoying it so much, truly it makes my heart sing. I hope the next chapter meets your expectations and that you love it just as much 💜💜💜

#asks #answered #fangirl and stuff #lovely people #eot things #jay screams into the void

[lieblingbitte]

corporeality - fred w. & george w. & gn!reader

pairing: platonic weasley twins + gn!reader (can be read as romantic for either of them but was not intended that way) prompt: you are a ghost, haunting the hogwarts library, just wanting to be alone in your damp, dark corner reading poetry when one fateful morning, you meet a certain two redheaded boys that will flip your life? death? existence upside down! tags: oneshot, language, meetcute, besties being besties, ghost!reader, no pronouns or gender-specific terms used for the reader, fluff but maybe a tad angsty if you think about the implications too hard.... wordcount: ~2k

Most Hogwarts students didn’t know you existed. You liked to stay in the library. When everyone was concentrating on themselves, no one was looking at you. Of course, there had been a few students over the years that had noticed you, even some that tried befriending you, but you never went out of your way to try and be noticed. Not like your fellow ghosts, anyway. Sir Nicholas would boast stories of his bravery to any starry-eyed first year that would listen, Myrtle just wanted anyone to talk to, and Peeves… Well, Peeves was Peeves.

It was exam season at Hogwarts, the one time of year when your library wasn’t mostly empty. You disliked it greatly, often escaping to Myrtle’s bathroom to get some peace and quiet. Obviously, she never shut up, so that was hardly effective. But you preferred her presence to any mortal’s, so it was a sacrifice that had to be made.

“Myrtle, what was your best subject when you went to school?” you asked the other ghost.

“Oh, I was no good at anything!” She wailed. Of course. why had you even bothered asking?

You nodded, not feeling like comforting her. Really, the only thing you wanted to do at that moment was sit in your favourite dark, damp corner of the library and read in silence. But of course, you couldn’t do that, because your quiet places were flooded with students and no quiet at all! It was exasperating. You couldn’t wait for exams to finally be over and they had barely even started.

* * *

Madam Pince greeted you silently as you floated into the library that Wednesday morning. She was a severe woman, and one of the staff members that had known you during your time alive. You had no particular fondness for her, but she was the librarian and you haunted the library.

It was quiet in the mornings, especially on weekdays, even during the busy study period, and it was the only time in those couple of weeks that you actually felt at peace. You hated noise, you always had, but your senses had changed since you became a spectre. Smell, touch, taste. Hell, even your eyesight had gotten worse! Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, had assured you it was normal and every ghost experienced it, but of course, it bothered you! How couldn’t it have! But the worst part by far was your ears. Suddenly, every noise was ten times louder. it was insufferable!

“Spirits and sound waves, they exist on the same plane, my dear,” The nurse had said when you had asked her about your sudden hyper-hearing. That had been two weeks after your death.

You let out a heavy sigh as you plonked down into your corner, the one furthest from the doors. You pulled out a poetry book. You had read them all dozens of times over, but could never scrounge up the motivation to read anything else. Studying magic was useless because you couldn’t perform it anymore, you were not particularly interested in reading about ‘magical beasts’, as that included you now, and anything else was either boring or made you yearn for corporeality. Poetry was just something you enjoyed, plus your favourite books were hardly ever borrowed by other students, so you could cover them in ectoplasm without anyone bothering you about it. Well, usually anyway.

“No, I swear, the ladies love poetry!” You heard a voice from behind the bookshelves.

“And what exactly do I have to do with that?” A second voice whispered. They were getting closer.

“Everyone knows you’re the more sensitive one! I need you to help me choose a poem,” the first one whispered back. Then two identical, ginger boys walked to your nook. You panicked, dropped your book, and rose to the ceiling. There was a loud thud, followed by swift clacks. Madame Pince.

“Did you drop that?” One of the boys asked the other, looking puzzled.

“I didn’t even touch it!” The accused defensively held up his hands.

The strict librarian turned the corner and glared at the two boys. Oh, Merlin, no, no, no! You didn’t want to pin the blame on them! Your heart was beating so rapidly, if you weren’t dead already you’d surely be having a heart attack just about now.

“Out! Both of you!” Madam Pince demanded sternly.

“But, Madam-”

“Disrespecting my books AND my silence!? Out! Now!”

“We didn’t-”

“Who could it have been?!” Her voice got increasingly louder.

“I don’t know! A ghost?” One of the twins offered, which made you stifle laughter.

Madam Pince seemed to finally have noticed you. She looked up, steely-eyed. You shrugged, lips forming an apologetic smile.

“Madam, what are you looking at?” one of the boys asked, which made your eyes widen again. You froze in shock as all three of them were now looking up at you.

“An actual ghost.” The read head looked stunned. “This has to be a joke. Pinch me, George.” George pinched him. “OW! You arse! I was joking!”

You took a deep breath and let yourself sink.

“Sorry, Madam. I was startled,” You apologised.

Madame Pince took a deep breath. “I understand. I know you’d never purposefully disrespect a book,” she said, shooting a pointed look at the twins next to you.

She looked the three of you over one last time, then turned on her heel and walked back to the front desk.

You closed your eyes and sighed deeply when suddenly you felt a hand go through your stomach for a fraction of a second. Your head snapped up to look at the boy, horrified.

“Fred!” One of the twins, the one that still had both his hands outside of your body, hissed.

“Sorry, sorry! Just always wondered what that feels like…,” The other, Fred, said, not sounding sorry at all.

“You could've asked, wanker!” You said, floating up through the floor, finding yourself in Myrtle’s bathroom.

“Why do mortals always feel the need to touch us without asking?!” You asked.

“No one ever touches me…,” Myrtle whined.

“Myrtle, I honestly don’t give a toss about who’s touching you,” You snapped. You felt bad, sure, but sometimes she was just too much to handle. And she was horrible at consoling!

Myrtle wailed, and you buried your head in your arms.

* * *

It was a Thursday afternoon and you were hiding from the crowd of students in the library. You wandered the near-empty halls, ultimately finding yourself in the hospital wing.

“Hello, Madam,” you announced yourself to Madame Pomfrey, making her look up from a sleeping student she had been eyeing worriedly.

“Ah, good afternoon, dear, what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering if you had time for a round of chess?” You asked, hopeful.

“Sorry, dear. I am a bit busy,” she sounded genuinely apologetic. “But you can sit in my office if you’d like, and I'll join you once I’m free.”

You nodded and entered the room at the back of the infirmary. It was not like the other professor’s offices, it was small, bright and didn’t have a desk. Only two armchairs, a little table and huge bookshelves. Most of the books were medical ones, but the healer had told you once over tea, which you couldn't drink, that she enjoyed the occasional muggle murder mystery.

You sat down on one of the wingback armchairs, looking out of the window onto the Quidditch Pitch. It seemed like the Gryffindor team was just wrapping up practice. You had never been particularly interested in Quidditch, but two fiery red mops of hair made you squint a little. The pitch was not very far away, but your eyes were bad, especially against the bright sunlight.

You couldn’t make out if those were the faces you had seen at the library yesterday until they were right in front of the window. They grinned and waved and you rolled your eyes. One of them made a beckoning hand gesture and you obeyed, phasing through the thick castle walls.

“What’cha staring at, Ghostie?” He asked, tilting his head.

“None of your business, Ginger,” you rebutted, folding your arms across your chest.

The quiet twin elbowed the other and he cleared his throat. “Look, I’m really, really sorry for yesterday.” Ah, so that one was Fred. “I should’ve asked. Friends?” He stuck out his hand, you sighed deeply and shook it.

Fred shivered, his eyes widening.

“I forgive you, I guess,” you muttered, pressing your lips together so as to not burst out laughing at his reaction.

“Why’s your face like that?” the second boy, George, asked.

“Her hand, mate,” Fred chattered.

“Aw, c’mon. I have a warm personality,” You pouted, a mischievous glint in your eye. Fred halted for a second before he burst out laughing. George looked between you and his brother quizzically.

You touched his cheek and he understood.

“Bloody Hell, you’re frigid!” He exclaimed, putting his hand over where yours had just touched his face.

* * *

Being dead can be a million times more fun when you don’t spend all your days holed up in a damp, dark corner of the library, you found out, thanks to Fred and George. Who would’ve known? You floating behind the twins had become customary, to the point where it was strange seeing them without you, their translucent friend. You helped them with their shenanigans and in turn, they helped you feel like a normal teenager. One that wasn’t a ghost, just very cold to be around, slightly transparent and, you know, incorporeal. But to them that just made you cooler! Literally.

It was a late-summer afternoon. You and the Weasley twins were sitting on the grass outside, under one of the large trees. They had both rolled up their dress shirt’s sleeves and unfastened their ties. Fred sat against it fanning his face and George’s was propped up on his elbows.

“Ghostie, cool me off,” Fred said.

“I’m not your personal aircon, you git,” you rolled your eyes, but obliged, laying your hand on his head.

“What is that?” George asked.

“What’s what?” You looked over to him while Fred tried to pry your hand off his hair to no avail.

“Aircon. What is that?”

“Ghostie, you can take your hand off me now. I’m cooled off!” Fred whined and you shot him a grin and took your hand off him.

“It’s what muggles use to keep their house cold. Read it in a book,” You answer sagely. George nodded, amazed.

“You read a lot,” George remarked.

“Lots of time on my hands,” you shrugged.

“On your cold hands,” Fred pouted.

“Need another round?” You challenged and pushed both your hands into his face playfully. George snorted and Fred swatted at you clumsily.

“Gerroff me!” he laughed. You pulled your hands back, grinning.

“Wrestling a non-tangible being, very smart, Fred,” George snarked.

“Did you tosser just call me a being?” You gasped in feigned disbelief. “You wanna be next? Huh?” You ask planting your hands directly onto his cheeks.

“Merlin, Ghostie,” he gasped, squirming in a futile attempt to escape your grasp. George stopped his writhing. “Actually this is nice. You’re my personal aircon.”

You clicked your tongue and removed your hands from his face, crossing them on your chest.

“I hate you both.”

* * *

“How did you die?” Fred asked out of nowhere.

“Fred…,” George said.

The three of you were in the Gryffindor Common Rooms, the twins in front of the fireplace and you on one of the sofas. It was November now and you were cautious to keep a distance, so as to not make them any colder.

“Don’t act like you’re not curious!”

“You’re so insensitive,” George chastised but you smiled at them.

“It’s OK, I knew you’d ask at some point,” you sighed. And so you told them. You told them about the Whomping Willow, you told them about the stupid bet and you told them about why you chose to stay back as a ghost. They listened intently.

“Wait, so you’re the reason we’re supposed to stay away from that tree?” Fred asked.

“Well, partly, yeah.”

George stood up, sat down next to you and embraced your permeable body carefully.

“George, you big idiot, don’t hug me. I’m freezing cold,” you said but did not move away.

“Don’t care,” he replied. “Plus, you have a warm personality.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

* * *

notes: hello first post :-) sthis is my first time ever posting any kind of fic online ever LOL so tell me if it sucks.. this doesnt really have a plot but its cute!!! also i bullshitted ghost lore and hogwarts geography but WHO CARES!!!! everything for plot convenience

#hp #oneshot #weasley twins #fred and george #george weasley #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #platonic #x reader #reader insert #weasley twins x y/n