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[ghostlyarchaeologist]

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[adhdduckie]

felix felices, or liquid luck f.w. x fem! reader.

my masterlist

irl mutuals dni (你没有看到我）

music choice; yo bro wtf

t.w.: swearing. (sorry i couldnt help myself)

word count: 3.5k

synopsis; strangers (hallway crushes) to lovers, with the help of felix felicis potion, or the liquid luck potion!!

here you go anon! hope you enjoy <3 sorry i took so long.

im so sunburnt help

(slightly inspired from my own events but let me tell you i died inside. i hate chemistry oh my lord, potions reminds me too much of it lol)

warnings; not proof read. 3 (?) mentions of y/n, a really stupid misunderstanding. reader is described with hair that can get blown into their face.

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everybody knew fred weasley. it was impossible not to, as they were hogwart's most well known pranksters since the era of the marauders.

of course, you did not happen to know him well enough yourself. you had a couple of lessons with him, such as; potions, herbology, and arithmetics.

His brother and he never really contributed anything to class discussion, only ever helpfully supplying mischief and jokes, and whatever they deemed interesting to themselves.

however, you noticed him wherever you went. It seemed as if it was almost impossible not to, he just happened to pop up randomly everywhere. In hogsmeade, in the hallways between classes, and in your dreams. (not in a weird way you weirdos).

Maybe the first time you ever really started thinking about him was when he appeared in your dream…you weren't too sure. But soon enough, you began thinking about him way too much, counting down the lessons till you could see him again in a next lesson.

you began searching for him in the hallways, the common room, the dining hall. even in places you know he would never be, but it just seems like you were always looking for him.

in lessons, everything he did, you were drawn to. you knew what he had, knew what he liked, and you spoke to him only every once in a while.

'this sucks.' you'd tell your friends. they'd laugh, telling you you should just talk to him more.

which isn't really helpful. you would think.

through some miracle ( or horror, you really couldn't decide.) you ended up sitting with fred in potions. Technically it wasn't a miracle, you had just been goofing off with your friends, being too loud for dear old snapey, you'd been moved next to him.

'oh god oh god oh god oh god' was the only thing going through your head as you packed up your desk to move next to him. your friend could barely hold in her laughter, having to slap her own hand over her mouth to muffle it.

'oh shit oh shit oh shit what have i done to deserve this oh my god' is what you were thinking as you walked towards the back, brushing past george as you walked towards fred.

You sat down at his desk, and he turned his face to you, giving you a soft smile. you pray internally that your face does not erupt into flames.

professor snape, once satisfied that you are suffering, turns back to the board, tapping his wand impatiently on the board.

"today," he drawls, "we will be attempting the felix felicis potion. failure to produce a functioning potion will result in a fourteen inch parchment describing every step you made and what you did wrong." he finishes, piercing his gaze into every one of his students.

you wince. fourteen inches for a mistake? seems costly. Potions has never been your strong point. (for the purpose of this, we're gonna pretend fred is excellent at potions.) You pray to the gods above that you don't mess this up for fred.

as snape sits down on his desk, working through marking some paper. as you get up to go get the ingredients as fred sets up the cauldron. you come back, setting down the ashwinder egg, squid bulb, murtlap growth, thyme occamy eggshell, and powdered common rue on the desk.

fred smiles again, thanking you for your help.

"so we have to set in the ashwinder egg first. you wanna do it?" fred asks, as you tie up your hair. he watches as you do so, and you nod, trying to fight off any embarrassment.

he steps back from the cauldron, letting you do so. your hands are shaking and you are doing everything in your power to stop it. in your haste, you knock over the murtlap growth, but before it falls, fred's hand flashes out, catching it in his hand.

"sorry!" you apologise frantically, and he laughs. It's the nicest laugh you've ever heard, deep and infectious, a laugh you'd be able to hear across the room and still recall years later.

"don't worry. i caught it." he says, setting it back on the table.

you smile, avoiding eye contact. you manage to finish the task, and with his help with mixing, the felix felicis is done. while he was mixing, you tried to pretend not to notice his hands. they're nice, to say the least. his hands are rough and calloused from years of being on the quidditch team, as a beater. he's got small white scars littered across his hands from years of experimenting with george over their joke shop products. you have to drag your eyes away.

The felix felicis potion is finished, and it's the most beautiful shade of gold you've ever seen. You would describe it akin to what you would imagine liquid gold to be, and it fits perfectly into a little vial the size of your middle finger. all that work for a little vial no bigger than your middle finger.

it's still the most valuable potion in the world, though.

the potion has large drops of gold leaping across the surface like goldfish, but it never seems to spill out of the vial. you put the stopper over it, and you hand it to fred, your fingers brushing against his warm ones in the process.

"thanks." he seems to whisper, even though he speaks at normal volume.

"we work well together, i think. usually i can't even get a basic potion done." you tell him, laughing a little.

"i bet that's not true." he responds, the corner of his lips upturned.

"it is." you laugh.

you both return to your seats after setting all the equipment away, and as the first group finished, it means you get to present it first.

snape looks at it approvingly, the first time he's ever regarded something you've done, as done well. you can't help but smile, and snape speaks. "i'm glad that you were able to work well once i removed you from your friends. mr. weasley will now be your partner."

you stare at him in slight disbelief, before shrugging and saying, "yes professor snape."

"as the first students done, and the best potion made, you may keep it. decide amongst yourselves which of you gets it." snape finishes, before shooing you away from his desk.

you both stare at each other, your eyes meeting his hazel brown ones. "you have it-" "i don't want-" you both say, before he tries to hand it to you.

you push his hand away, shaking your head, "it's alright, you can keep it."

"no, i think you should keep it. after all, you need it for potions, right?" he jokes, pushing it into your hands.

you gape at him in mock shock. "how could you say that! We only did so well because of me!" you respond, in mock indignation.

he laughs, as he closes your palm over the small vial, and you realise you've lost. however, you decide, you will sneak it into his bag when he's not paying attention.

the end of the lesson has never come so fast. And for the first time in your life, you're slightly disappointed to leave potions. before leaving you levitate the felix felicis potion into his bag with your wand, and you grin wickedly. you'll just have to see him in your other classes later.

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Fred Weasley thinks he is absolutely screwed. After a year of having a crush on a girl who he does not talk to often, despite sharing three lessons with her, he is now partners in potions with her for an indefinite period of time.

He doesn't know when he first noticed you, but god, is he glad he did. he thinks you may be the prettiest girl he's ever seen, with the brightest smile, and the sweetest personality.

so imagine his surprise, that this sweet girl, has gotten in trouble for talking so much (he doesn't care, he liked listening to your voice)

while you were freaking out and chanting 'oh shit' in your head, something similar was going through fred's. george coughs, unsuccessfully hiding his laugh behind it. fred elbows george to get him to shut up as you approach the table, and george gathers his things, to leave. he winks at fred, before walking to your previous seat next to your friend, flashing a quick and easy smile.

fred wishes he could talk to you so easily, and he tries his best not to show his nervousness, flashing you what he thinks is an awkward smile. (it isnt, it looks natural as hell, not to mention hot as hell)

while you make the potion, he watches you with fervour, as if he's scared he'll miss a single movement you'll make, hungrily soaking up your smiles like a man starved.

every touch feels like something he's been missing, like a hot cup of chocolate after a walk in winter, and he's scared he's going to get addicted.

he wants to give you the felix felicis, and is happy when you finally give up. after potions, in herbology, he reaches into his bag, to find the felix felicis. he laughs, before searching across the classroom for you.

when he makes eye contact, he raises an eyebrow, holding it in his palm to show you, his heart fluttering in his chest. he looks as composed and calm as ever to you, but he knows differently.

it becomes a game, the felix felicis. it takes over several months, and you start to get creative with it, hiding it in his mail, he hid it in your textbooks somehow, you hid it in his hair, etc etc.

it became a competition, who could come up with the craziest spots. after you hid it a couple months later in what you hope was his jacket pocket.

it's been awhile since you had first sat with fred in potions because of professor snape, and you're so happy to say that you've grown closer over the months, even spending time together out of lessons at cafes to study, or in the library together.

after hiding the felix felicis in his jacket pocket while on a walk with him in the winter months, you wait for his turn.

one day passes. nothing happens. another day, and another. four days later, and it still hasn't turned up yet. where is it? you wonder. you check for it everywhere you go, turning your entire dorm upside down searching for it.

he couldn't have lost it, right? it was in his jacket pocket. could it be that he's bored of this game, and he just decided to keep it? must be.

you're disappointed, of course, it was very enjoyable. but there's nothing you can really do.

imagine your surprise, when you walk into the dining hall, to see fred standing with his brother, and what- what's that in his hand? none other than the felix felicis.

you watch as he takes a swig of it, setting the rest of the vial in his pocket. his brother pats him on the back in what seems to be encouragement, and he walks over to your friend.

he smiles at her, and she smiles back. they talk and for some reason your heart starts to get a bit heavy.

'did he just drink the felix felicis just to talk to her?' you ask yourself. unable to stand there and watch, you turn around and walk out of the dining hall, threading your fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face.

something dark, sick and familiar is brewing in the pit of your stomach, it's pulling, pushing your heart strings.

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fred weasley is going to ask you out. he toys with the felix felicis vial in his pocket as he waits for you to enter the dining hall, turning it over and over again in his pocket as he leans against one of the columns with george.

you don't show up for awhile, and fred's wondering where you are.

"go ask her friend." george states, pushing him forward, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

fred hypes himself up, and he takes the vial out of his pocket, swigging a sip as he stalks towards your friend. the liquid is thick but light in his mouth, tasting of golden hawthorn berries and honey.

he taps her on the shoulder and smiles at her nervously.

"hey. where's y/n?" he asks your friend

"she's still upstairs i believe." she responds with a smile.

she turns around to see you walking out of the hall, and her smile drops.

"oh."

"what?" fred asks.

"i think she may have misunderstood what's going on." she sighs, and gives fred a slightly strained smile. "you couldn't have waited till after you spoke to me to drink it, could you?"

fred flashes a confused look. "whatever do you mean?"

"hasn't the entire potion been a game? who could hide it the best?" your friend asks him.

"i mean, yeah, it has. but i don't see the problem…?" he scratches the back of his neck.

she rolls her eyes, muttering something about 'boys…' freds eyes narrow, and she lets out a soft laugh.

"right. think of it this way. imagine you've had a crush on this guy for ages. you're not exactly close, but you talk. you have one 'special' thing you do together. for example, hiding the potion….and then you see them keeping it for themselves….you got me?" Your friend finishes, raising her eyebrows at him.

he stares, before realisation finally dawns on him.

"oh shit." he mutters, hand threading through his ginger locks.

"well?" your friend asks, somewhat impatient. "go after her."

fred nods, sprinting across the dining hall, after you. praying to himself that he can fix this, and george throws him a thumbs up as he sprints past.

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'fuck.' you think as you sit down on the edge of the astronomy tower. you can't help but replay the moment of fred drinking the felix felicis before he speaks to your friend. he looked so nervous but so hyped.

you're not about to jump off the astronomy tower, but it's a nice place to be where you need some time alone, to think. you need that now.

that sick, familiar and painful thing pulling at your gut earlier, its back. theres nothing you can do now, but just sit back and let it happen, you suppose.

She's your friend, and so is fred. you have to be okay with it. it's not worth losing friends over.

the wind picks up, ruffling your hair into your face, tangling it into knots. the rain starts pouring down, dropleta cascading down your face.

turning your face up to the sky, you let out a deep sigh, feeling tears prickling at your waterline, fighting the tears back. 'no. you don't have a right to be upset.' you chatise.

'he's not yours. he never was.' you need to remind yourself. this isn't fair to either of them, they had no control over their feelings.

despite that, the tears continue to fall. you can't compete, this isn't fair. she knew you liked him. she knew how you felt. you literally spoke to her about it.

There is nothing. nothing you can do about this. you are just going to have to wait for the feelings to go away. it wouldn't be fair to like your best friend's boyfriend. (getting ahead of yourself, aren't we?)

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fred weasley is freaking out. he can't find you. you're not in the common room, in any of your lessons for the day (yes, he knows your schedule), you're not in any of the bathrooms (he didn't go in, he just asked the girls who came out of the bathrooms), and you're not near the black lake.

in his haste, he almost runs in to someone. "shit." he grunts

"watch where you're going!" someone says. he looks up and realises it's harry.

"oh it's you. you alright there, fred?" harry says, pulling fred up to his feet.

"harry!" fred basically shouts. "where's the marauders map?" he practically begs, and harry raises a brow in response.

"not the time. i need it." harry nods, pulling it out of his pocket, before handing it over to fred.

"oh shit." fred whispers, seeing your name pop up at the astronomy tower. how could he forget it? you told him weeks ago that it was your favourite place in the school.

shoving the marauders map back into harry's arms, fred yells his thanks to harry as he speeds through the hall, skipping steps three at a time to get to you, he stumbles a couple of times, not hitting the floor, but catching himself just in time.

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your back is to the door, and the combination of the rain and the wind prevents you from hearing it open.

"y/n? are you alright?" fred asks quietly, taking a deep breath and sitting besides you.

you turn your face away, wiping away the marks of tears before turning back to him.

"yeah. just enjoying the rain. it's nice, isn't it?" you tell him, trying to change the topic, giving him a soft smile.

you both stare off into the distance, slowly watching all the dark rain clouds move away from the astronomy tower.

he notices that you're drenched, and he sighs. he pulls his jumper over his head, pulling his wand out from his pocket as he does so. "exaresco" he whispers as you dry off.

he passes you his jacket, which you accept without a word. it's still warm with his body heat, and smells faintly of the quidditch pitch and cinnamon, tinged with a scent of something burnt.

"so. you and (friend's name), huh?" you say to attempt to lighten the mood. turning your face to him, you send him a (fake) sly smile, nudging him in the arm.

he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows. since he finally knows how you feel about him, why are you acting like this?

"no." his reply is short, straight to the point.

you gape at him, mouth falling open and he lets out a deep chuckle, his index finger reaching out and pushing your jaw back up.

"what do you mean no?? I saw you going up to her, drinking the felix felicis." you say, pushing his hand away from your face with a confused frown.

"it wasn't for her." He states simply, hoping his answer is enough for you to finally understand his feelings.

you stare blankly at him.

"you're one of the smartest people i know, but you're so oblivious." he states, sighing playfully.

"then who's the lucky girl?" you ask him, not really wanting to hear the answer anyway. your stomach's already feeling heavy, and he's not even said anything yet. is it katie bell? angelina johnson? who else has he spoken to that he might like?

fred lets out a groan. how can you be so oblivious.

"what?" You laugh, nudging him and trying to get out an answer from him. your hands are getting cold, so you put them in your (fred's) jacket pockets. there's something cold inside, and you pull out a familiar vial.

"why would you think there's anyone else?" fred asks, eyes trained on you as you turn the vial over and over again in your hands.

that catches your attention and your eyes turn to him. "what do you mean?"

fred laughs, his hand combs through his ginger locks as he pushes them back nervously.

"I'm trying, and failing apparently, to tell you i like you." he finally says, laughing nervously again, avoiding eye contact with you.

you gape, for the umpteenth time tonight, before realising he must be joking. you force out a laugh, slightly (super) disappointed. "you're so funny." you deadpan.

"i'm not joking."

"you must be." You respond, slightly hurt that he finds something like this funny. you're facing away again, so you don't notice him look at you. something steels inside of him, and he's confident this will end in his favour.

he reaches up, his hand finding your jaw, and he pulls your face back to him.

something in his eyes is dark, and you realise for the first time, that he's not joking. there's something similar to adoration in his eyes, and it's everything you do in your power to stop from gasping.

"i'm not joking." he repeats.

you can feel his breath on you, fanning across your skin like a warm embrace.

"are you sure?" you whisper, trying to contain the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"yes." his response is short, sure and straight to the point. "i am"

the next thing you know, his lips are on yours, breaths mingling together. he pulls you closer, and you feel yourself melt into his embrace.

you pull back from the kiss, and he lets out a unhappy groan.

"does this mean…you like me?" you ask him.

he glares at you, and you laugh. "i'm only joking." is your response. he grins, his forehead resting against yours.

you lie your head on his shoulder, and the both of you enjoy each other's company. this all happened because of felix felics. you can't help but feel so grateful. maybe you should stop hating potions now.

#fred weasley #x reader #duckiewrites #fred weasley x reader #duckie's inbox #wizarding world #hp fandom #harry potter #george weasley #fred x reader #gryffindor reader #gryffindor #the weasleys #weasley family #asks #sorry anon it took so long #fred

[pandas-pandemonium]

Caught up with Blue Lock, and re-reading @yestrday 's musings about the yandere Blue Lock boys has inspired this lil scenario with Yandere!Nagi

The Opportunist

Content: Yandere! Nagi x GN!Reader, subtle manipulation (towards Reader), implied sexual harassment (not involving Nagi), implied yandere harem; all characters have been aged up to 18 and above

How long have you been like this? An hour? Maybe even two? You lost track a while ago since Nagi snatched your phone away and completely encased your smaller body within his much larger physique. It was suffocating, and the man hadn't moved for the past hour or so since you agreed to be his cuddle buddy as part of a deal you struck with him.

You give him an hour of your undiverted time and attention and he won't alert the rest to your location. You were desperate when you agreed, having been worn down by the mass onslaught of hungry, egotistical men who demanded every bit of your attention and physical being. There was not a single day that you weren't being hounded or dragged around by someone.

Bachira clung onto you like glue, Isagi would constantly invade your personal space, one time even showing up unannounced at your house. Even more self-centred types like Kaiser would pop up randomly at the most inappropriate times. You still couldn't believe Ness broke the lock on the bath stall just for Kaiser to force his way in. Those ten minutes in the shower were absolute hell. He didn't try anything but with how his hands "accidentally" brushed against your body, he might as well have.

And so, you were now in this predicament. On the one day, a once in a blue moon moment when no one seemed to be hovering around you, your peace was snatched away when you escaped into what you thought was an empty classroom only to fall in the trap of Nagi Seishiro.

Nagi's grip was tight. And you had no idea how he found it comfortable to be squished against the classroom table. Then again, he was using you as a pillow so maybe that was helping him. Not you, however. The blunt edge of the table was beginning to dig into your ribs and your arms were going numb.

"Nagi..." you whispered out, your hands digging into his arms, trying to pry them off you but he only tightened his hold.

"Don't go..." You craned your neck to check on him. He was just speaking in his sleep. Damn it, how strong was this guy? All he did was play football and game, so how were his arms so freaking strong?

"Nagi!" you squirmed again, trying your hardest to push yourself off of him. As you did, you felt him stir.

"Hm? Has it been an hour already?" he asked, his voice still husky from sleep.

"More than that, you dumbass! Let me go! I held up the end of my deal, so leave already!" you yelled out as you managed to pull his arms off you. The moment you felt yourself launch forward from the force needed to push yourself off him, you felt yourself crashing back down as he pulled you into his chest once more.

"You stayed," he whispered, his voice soft against your ear. You blinked.

"Huh?"

"Even though you claim to hate me, you stayed." You were starting to feel uneasy, as his arms began to creep around you again, bringing you back into that stronghold you were in earlier.

"I- I had no choice! Your grip is too damn strong!" you tried to refute, once again trying to pry his arms off you to no avail.

"That's a relief. It's such a hassle trying to get you to stay with me when all those bastards keep swarming you like pests..." You felt his nose nuzzle into your neck as he pressed his lips against your shoulder. "Reo keeps suggesting we keep you on a leash, but isn't that a pain in itself? I mean, I'd rather have you like this."

What was he going on about?

"Nagi!" you tried once more to get off him, but he only continued to press his face deeper into your skin.

"Seishiro."

You froze, and turned your head to face him. His grey eyes were staring deep into your soul.

"Call me Seishiro. Isn't that what romantic partners do?"

"Wha- we're not-"

"We should be. That way less people will try to take you from me. Why do they bother anyway? Chasing you down hallways, barging into your house... are they stupid? Those idiots keep putting so much effort to have you when it's so much easier when you fall straight into my arms like this with little to no trouble at all."

You began to feel his hands move upwards towards your face as he turned you to face him. Now that you were, he grabbed hold of your face and pressed his own forehead against yours, his eyes tinged with a hint of mania.

"You agree, right? Aren't you sick of those bastards coming after you every day? It's why you're here with me, isn't it?"

You couldn't deny that. It was true, you were sick of it. And his words made sense to you. After all, out of the rest, Nagi was one of the aces of the academy and relatively low maintenance.

Slowly, you reached up to grasp his hand in yours, and as you did, he smiled.

"Then that's settled. You better not run from me anymore, okay?"

And as you nodded, you ignored the unsettling pit in your stomach that told you were making a mistake.

#yandere blue lock #yandere nagi seishiro #yandere blue lock x reader #yandere nagi x reader #yandere bllk

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Half-Ghost Billy Batson

(Inspired by a post that I can’t find😡😤. If you recognize it please let me know! I have searched. Everywhere. I remember it starts off with Billy contemplating how he’s different and his dad didn’t want him, and then Danny shows up.)

Danny Fenton grows up, gets crowned King of the Infinite Realms, and then discovers that time it weird in the Zone if the portal you came through doesn’t stay open. He’s been ruling for over a century, but it’s only been a few years on Earth. Early on he made sure to keep popping in and out to visit family and friends and keep up a human identity, and so was able to age normally too.

By the time he’s 25 (2015), he’s in a serious relationship with a woman named Mary Batson, and has decided to tell her about his other life. Before he can however, he is ‘killed’ in an explosion at his civilian job as an engineer.

He’s fine, but was weakened enough that he reverted to his core, and Clockwork retrieved him and took him to the Realms to heal. He does, goes discreetly looking for Mary, and discovers it been a year and she died in a car accident. Heartbroken, and with no civilian identity anymore, he starts spending all his time in the Zone, only making weekend trips to see family/friends.

Unknown to Danny, Mary was pregnant, gave birth, and little William ‘Billy’ Daniel Batson was saved via emergency C-Section after the accident and placed in foster care, because she had no family and no one looked into the father’s well enough. Mary only survived long enough to name her son and give them Danny’s name.

10 years later, Billy gains the title of Champion of Magic. The influx of so much magic also triggers his… other genes.

As Billy, he is faster and stronger and heals quicker and if he concentrates really hard he can turn invisible and walk through things— at least for a few moments. He also discovers that he’s essentially a cat, since he can hiss and purr and randomly sprout claws.

Billy only uses a mirror if he needs to give himself a haircut, but the next time he looks he notices the tiny little baby fangies. And that his eyes are more teal than blue, his hair has a few white spots in it, and his ears point a little more. No wonder no one’s been bothering him lately.

(He’s basically 75% human and 25% ghost, so unless he gets hosed down with pure ectoplasm and also eats a bunch of the stuff, he’s not going to be able to ‘go ghost’. He’s just hasn’t got enough Phantom in him to manage it.)

As Captain Marvel, the magic of his patrons and the Rock of Eternity kinda work as a counter-measure against the partially-dead thing, as the magic sees it as a threat to the Champion’s health and fights the genes’ effects like it’s a virus. So the magic is basically shutting down all of the actual powers he gets as Billy. But he does get little things that the magic doesn’t care about, like sharp little fangs and pointy ears.

Billy just thinks it’s all side effects of the magic, and uses his new ‘adaptations’ as Billy to survive on the streets.

The Justice League comes knocking about 6 months in, meet this huge chipper dude who can evenly match Superman and uses magic in a way that causes other magic users headaches and rage, and invite him to join.

That’s when they notice that he’s a bit… strange.

Not like, in a bad way! Just, the other day Batman did the ‘appear behind you from nowhere’ thing and when Marvel noticed he full on hissed at him, like a feral cat, before looking sheepish and apologizing.

A few weeks later, they’re rescuing some kidnapped meta kids and they find Marvel sitting cross-legged on the ground, several toddlers draped over him and a very distinct purring noice emanating from his chest.

A week after that, and Superman confides worriedly that sometimes Marvel’s heart will just… stop beating, and/or he’ll stop breathing, and that when his heartbeat is gone there seems to be a strange hum coming from the center of his chest.

Then another 2 weeks later, after a meeting, he and Flash were talking and they both laughed, but when Marvel did he just flashed these very sharp incisors that Flash swears are fangs.

And then one day they call him in to help fight some demons and one growls at him and he freakin growls back, bares his definitely fangs I told you so! And just freakin launches at the thing. They basically roll around like a couple of territorial tomcats, and at first Marvel is throwing punches and lighting but then the demon bites him and Marvel just… bites back.

And then he like… sprouts claws?! And then it really is like a cat fight, with these two just hissing and growling and clawing and biting until Marvel does something and the demon breaks away and flees, whimpering like a kicked dog. Superman has to snag Marvels cape and dodge some claws to keep the guy from chasing after it.

He’s covered in claw marks and scratches and there’s blood like everywhere but once they drag/convince/bully him into going back to the Watchtowers medbay, there’s nothing. The wounds are gone, the blood is fading away, and the suit is repairing itself. Marvel just shrugs and says magic, which, fair enough.

But then they have to have a talk about what the hell that was, and all Marvel can say for his feral-cat behavior is “I just heard him growl and had the uncontrollable urge to bite him. Like, he’s in my territory, and he’s gonna challenge me like that? Heck-no.”

…Territory? Territory?! What does that- does this possibly-immortal being consider all of Earth his territory? Is he secretly a Fae? An eldritch being in less terrifying form? Part demon himself? A cat transformed into a person?

Marvel shrugs.

“I never met my parents, so honestly any of those have a chance of being true.”

Oh No. Oh F*ck. Those were rhetorical!

Meanwhile, Danny is back on Earth and finds out from Tucker that Mary had a kid. They discover this because he was reported missing after he ran away and the cops tried to find out if there was any more family, and do a better job looking this time. Danny is ‘dead’ so they called the Drs Fenton, who told Jazz, who told Tucker, who dug around and realized oh sh*t, Danny has a son.

But they can’t tell Danny this, because some a-hole in a different dimension is trying to invade the Infinite Realms, so Danny has to go kick a**. The time in the other dimension is weird too, so several years pass on Earth by the time he stops the threat, locks away the demon Trigon, and finds a nice home in the Realms for the demon’s half-human orphaned daughter Raven, who fits in very well with the ghosts.

So, Danny’s back and between Tucker and Danny they figure out what city Billy is in, and Danny spends days flying around invisible feeling for any ectoplasm. He finds it, finds Billy facing down some wanna-be teenage gangsters, and watches with growing pride as his son hisses at them with his widdle baby fangs oh my Ancients!

So after the other kids flee from the ‘crazy demon kid’, Danny invisibly follows Billy back to his current hideout in the basement of an abandoned warehouse (only someone Billy-sized or smaller would be able to fit through the window, and then they’d have to do it again to get into his little blocked-off closet. Smart. Very smart. I have such a smart kid, the family will Love him!)

Danny doesn’t want to freak his kid out— strange man+small space=bad no-no— so he just settles himself in front of the exit and starts chirping. Calling.

Billy, who has never heard the sound before, still knows what it means. Can’t resist following it out of his hidey-hole. Sees the man, cross-legged on the ground, sees his blue eyes flash green-green-green and knows.

“Hi, Billy. Is so good to meet you!”

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2015: Danny=25

2016: Billy born

2027: Billy=11, Danny=27

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

@stealingyourbones

Hope you guys like this!

#DC #DP #dc x dp crossover #Captain Marvel/Shazam #Billy Batson #Danny Fenton #Danny Phantom #Mary Batson #Justice League

[hisui-dreamer]

warming up to you

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?

Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit

Word count: 1k+

Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia

to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)

Masterlist

lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house

so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek

you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular

maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person

the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head

"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"

you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no

he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him

relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search

you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"

fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper

hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms

so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver

you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly

of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase

but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name

the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere

he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"

ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ ...sure, lilia-senpai

you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"

but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely

??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai

so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)

after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life

popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day

asking you to come over to the light music club after school

you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls

but then one day, he came up to you with a request

"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"

see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"

but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook

see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds

so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls

usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him

but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree

on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen

and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook

"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."

Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...

you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics

but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...

"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.

But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.

"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.

Thump. Thump.

In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.

"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"

Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.

He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"

thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt

it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it

you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out

only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before

maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)

"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.

He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.

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#✧1k! another life✦ #twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge x mc #✧asks✦ #✧millie🪭✦ #millia

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

PSA: These Brackets contain multiple Ch!WilburSoot ships, We DO NOT stand with CC!WilburSoot actions, and send all of our support toward shubble, if you are uncomfortable with these ships, please don't interact and/or block the wilbur soot tag. if those ships are too problematic, they can be replaced. anyway his ass got destroyed

Welcome to the MCYT Crackships Bracket!

Here, we will be seing which crackship is the best, and because that statement is vague, you get to make your opinion!

Each crackships was randomly agenced from Characters You chose! (This also sadly means we can't take more submissions, at least yet (mcyt crackships brackets V.2. Confirmed ???))

This is all meant to be in good fun, so please be respectfull with others and use propaganda the least wisely you can! (propaganda isn't endorsed, it's encouraged!)

We as a community can get inspired by these, make art! fanfics! (and if you do, please tag me) of your favorite Crackship!

Maybe we could even find a name for them, after all, maybe the next "big ship" will be in this, who knows?

WE ARE NOW IN THE SEMIFINALS!

The brackets will not be revealed yet, but when all of the polls will be published! this way, we can still get you surprised!

*Orionsound - Rat SMP version

*LDshadowlady - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Zombiecleo - Pirate SMP version

*Katherine Elizabeth - Empire SMP season 2 version

*Fundy - L'Manberg version

*Fwhip - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double life version

*Slimecicle - QSMP version

Our thoughts and observations under the cut!

Round 1:

I clearly thought Ninjaslap would be the biggest sweep, but pixltoile suprisingly fought well, And fish yuri left no shot to Zaypixel and Geminitay

Round 1.1.3 was extremly close, but Shubble x Hypno won by O.8%! (≈4 peoples!)

We already got two piece of "propagandart" (propaganda art) in round 1, and both were for Fish yuri! (by @t4tpolypd and @staringamassivemistakeintheface)

Round 2:

Mogbeans/Swamp boys tried hard but T4T yuri was stronger (My boys 😭 - Admin 1)

Littlesoot got its ass kicked by hotguy/fundy and was crying in a corner when suddendly, out of nowhere, it took itlwblr by storm, broke containment, the poll broke 1k votes, became the most noted of the brackets (yet) and won with a large margin!

FWhilza fought well but Bighills was stronger

Fish Yuri still prevail with the biggest sweep yet (87.3%!!!)

Jojosolos/Jack Manifold vs Tommyinnit/Scott Smajor was the closest yet! (50.1 to 49.9!!!!)

So many art!!!!!!! look at the tag (#propagandart) it's worth it!!!!!

Round 3 and PURGATORY 1 :

Scegg vs Stresstherine was so close it switched side at least 5 times!

i'm genuenely impressed by clownscar comeback they've constantly been close but didn't get ahead during the whole poll and somehow managed to win in the last stretch!

WE MADE MOGBEANS CANON!!!!!!! VIVA LA SOS SMP!!!!

Fish Yuri is unstopable and has killed many great ships now (rip Bighills we loved you so much)

Bdubs Smol Bdubs is tall!

Content SMP fans are sad today, the last two ships they had just sank! (bye bye Evillnox and Skizzlerat)

So much art! and even more as been promised! (you need to check out #propagandart if you haven't already)

Round 4 and PURGATORY 2 :

Fish Wives felt resistence to the first time facing Clownscar, but still they were too powerful

Clownscar you will forever live in our hearts

Wilbur you're a pig, Yuri beat his ass! (and so they did)

Zombiecello/Ivorycleo popped off! >90% sweepage!

3/8 ships still in line are yuri, but none of them are part of the PURGATORY Brackets!

Goodbye Zaypixel, our only Yuri Loss this round :(

You guys seem to love shipping Ethoslab a lot (bunch of ethogirls) as he is in 35% of the remaining ships

even more art, and art trades! (go ceck out #propagandart and #takin' request)

Round 5 and Purgatory 3:

Yuri lost so much, and is now only represented by Fish Wives :(

Half of the ships still in have a wild etho in them (ethogirls rise up!)

The now no-longer-crackship mogbeans is still thriving and bested the fan-favorite fwhilza!

Seapeekarl fought well, but lost to the ethogirls again

this is the first round where they weren't a >40% sweep! but the choice are only getting harder from here!

#mcyt crackships bracket #life series #hermitcraft #dsmp #qsmp #empires smp #kaboodle smp #content smp #lifesteal smp #and so much more #get ready for the craziest mcyt rumble of your life! #‐‐‐------------------‐------------------‐------------------‐---- #polls #asks #propaganda #takin' requests #propagandart #pin #PURGATORY #admin speaks #crackships polls #< here are the main tags for easy access

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Heya heya! I'm not sure if requests are still open, but I would like to send one^^

So, Kanade Yoisaki and Saki Tenma(separate) x reader, the scenario is that the reader just suddenly has a burst of affection towards the specific character, and then the reader just decided to randomly pepper them with kisses all over their face out of impulse. How would they react?<3

Idk this silly req just suddenly popped into my silly delusional mind. Anyways, if you decide to do this request, please don't rush yourself and don't forget to take a break as well! Thank you in advance!! \(^o^)/

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hey hey! They surely were when you ordered so yippie!! And I swear this request is so so cute!!! I literally adored writing it, so hopefully you'll like it just as much as I did <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Affiliation with @virtualbookstore

You and Saki were just sitting next to each other in her room as she made new bracelets for both of you! This time, she had new hyperfixation, Hello Kitty! I mean... you two found 2 characters which were SO similiar to you two, so of course she had to made bracelets inspired by them!

"Here you go! Your bracelet's all done!"

She exclaimed when she was finally done with your bracelet. Now it was just hers left! But it seems like you had other plans... because since the middle of her making your bracelet, you were holding back on urge to just cup her face and pepper her with kisses! How could you not? She looked so adorable when she was focused!

So when she was about to reach out for another string to start new bracelet... you stopped her by sitting on her lap and doing just what you wanted~ Cupping her face and peppering her face with kisses.

Her reaction was simple giggle, as she moved her hands from desk to wrap around you and just enjoy the moment. She didn't even care if she'd have any lipstick marks, if she did, she'd just give you some as well!

"Hehehe~ Hey, not fair! My turn now!"

"Only 5 minutes passed... change after 10 minutes."

"You're so mean... Fine! But I'll be putting lipgloss on!"

Of course she wanted to spoil you too! And if you want to do the 10 minute change rule, she'd be happy to sit on this chair for next hour! She can't let you win after all!

If you also had lipstick on... it's safe to say both of your faces aren't your natural skincolor when you're done... but hey, you had fun! And it's also pretty cute, so why bother?

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @vodka-glrl @bad-the-an-enjoyer - come get your fashion lover~

Kanade was simply working on her newest song and responding to Nightcord members via the chat, while you were resting on bed and scrolled through your phone. It was really classic lazy date for you, but then... you suddenly got this sudden urge to remind your girlfriend how amazing she is.

So you got up from the bed to gently wrap your arms around her neck from behind and began peppering side, back and top of her head with kisses. And since her hair is white... if you had lipstick, it definitely was visible on her hair! But it only added to the cuteness when she looked at you with slight confusion on her face.

"Was I ignoring you...? I'm sorry... I could've focused on this song for a bit too long... I'm sorry, did you say anything?"

"No, no, you're fine. I just wanted to be a little affectionate with my loved one. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

Your statement caught her off guard and now possibly not only her hair was a little bit pink, but also her cheeks~ Look of confusion quickly got replaced with flustered one but she didn't dare to back away.

"Yes, of course..."

She's not the most affectionate person but as soon as you stop kissing her and loosen your hug a bit, she'll turn around and gladly hug you back, to let you know she's happy from the love you gave her, and want's to give you some as well! But she won't pepper you with kisses... that's just too tiring... but she will give you 2 or 3 kisses on nose and corner of your lips!

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @virtualpoison @hakulivesformusic @hayillaaaaaaa - come get your noodle lover!

#virtualnetwork #project sekai #colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage x reader #saki tenma #kanade yoisaki #saki tenma x reader #kanade yoisaki x reader #project sekai saki tenma #project sekai kanade yoisaki #project sekai saki x reader #project sekai kanade x reader #fluff #project sekai fluff #oneshot #project sekai oneshot

[rootbeergoddess]

Nothing to Worry About

I guess you could say this is a prequel to A Warm, Inviting Family. Since I’m still jobless, I decided to write while looking for a job.

~*~

“They’re here, they’re here!” Misturi was bouncing with excitement.

Rengoku and Y/N entered the master’s house. IN Y/N’s arm was their newborn baby, fast asleep. Mistrui squealed and ran over with Tengen’s wives behind them. 

“Oh my gosh, is that her?” Misturi asked. “Y/N, she’s perfect! Look at how small she is!”

“She already has some hair, look!” Makio pointed. “It’s the color of Rengoku’s.”

“She’s adorable! I bet she’ll be pretty, just like Y/N!” Suma said.

“We shouldn’t be smothering her like this,” Hinatsuru said. “But this is exciting. You’re the first of us to have a baby Y/N.”

“It was an exciting pregnancy. Ruka took a while to get out,” Y/N chuckled. “Misturi, Rengoku asked me to allow you to hold the baby first.”

“Really? I can hold her?” Misturi asked.

“Of course! Out of everyone, you were the most excited,” Y/N said. “Plus, you were so helpful. So please, sit down.”

Misturi squealed again before she sat down. She was vibrating with joy. You chuckled as you handed your baby over to the Love Hashria. Misturi looked down at Ruka with so much love; it was a precious scene. Ruka had woken up and was staring at Misturi.

“Hello, Baby Ruka! I’m your Auntie Misturi! Guess what? I already love you! I love you so much!”

Y/N sat down next to Mistrui. She was tired, but she could feel her energy returning. She had been in the Butterfly Mansion for days and could now be around her friends again. She loved her husband, and Shinobu had been great, but she had been dying to show the baby to everyone.  Misturi had been waiting for days to see Ruka; Rengoku said he felt terrible that she couldn’t be in the room for the birth. You felt bad, too but Shinobu had insisted it be only her and your husband.

Misturi didn’t seem to hold a grudge. She was cooing at Ruka, already in love. A string of white slithered over to the two of you. Kaburamaru, Obanai’s snake, went up Misturi’s arm and placed himself on Ruka’s stomach. Obanai ran over his face red.

“Come back here,” He said to the snake.

The snake shook its head. You didn’t even know snakes could do that. The snake was looking at Ruka, who was staring at him. You swore the snake smiled.

“Kaburamaru, come here,” Obanai demanded.

“Oh, even Kaburamaru loves the baby!” Misturi cooed.

“I’m sorry,” Obanai said. “Kaburamaru, come here right now!”

“Hang on,” Y/N said. “Obanai, sit down.”

Obanai looked at Misturi, his face turning red. He obeyed, though. 

“Misturi, let Obanai hold Ruka.”

“Wait, I---”

Misturi handed the baby over, and Obanai froze. He was staring at her with confusion and fear. He held her away from him, fear in his eyes. Was this his first time holding a baby?

“What--what do I do?” He asked.

“Here, hold her like this,” Misturi said.

She moved his arm, so Ruka’s head was in the crook of his arm. Obanai’s face was redder than a cherry. Once Ruka was in his arms, Obanai looked at her. His face returned to normal as he stared at her. 

“Okay, I’ll admit it. She’s pretty cute,” Obanai said. “You can’t stay with her, though, Kaburamaru.” 

Rengoku was watching from afar. He wore the biggest smile on his face. His love for Y/N continued to grow; watching her as a mother was inspiring. Already, she was filled with so much love for their baby. He was happy to see that Ruka was calm as she was given to others. He knew Mistrui would have died had she not gotten to hold Ruka first. He felt honored that his friends already loved his daughter.

“I thought the baby was in Y/N’s stomach,”

Rengoku was used to Muichiro popping up randomly. Rengoku laughed at his comment.

“Not anymore! She’s here, fully realized!”

“Why is the baby so small?”

“They’re little humans; they’re supposed to be small,” Rengoku said. “But she’ll grow! Grow into a wonderful human being.”

“Ah, there is the man of the hour!”

Tengen patted Rengoku on the back and brought him in for a hug.

“Congratulations are in order!” He said. “You’re officially a father now.”

“I, too, would like to offer my congratulations,” Gyoemi said. “Having a baby is no small feat. I cannot think of two finer people for parents.”

Rengoku felt his heart swell. Marrying Y/N hadn’t been scary but starting a family was terrifying. It wasn’t that he didn’t have faith in Y/N being a mother; he didn’t have faith in himself. Would he mess up? Babies were so small and fragile. Rengoku had numerous nightmares where he dropped his poor baby.  What would happen if he dropped her? The scarier thought was, what if he ended up like his father? As much as he loved the former Flame Hashira, Rengoku didn’t want to turn into him.

“Hey, what’s with that look?” Tengen nudged Rengoku. “No sour faces here. That’s unflashy.”

“Sorry, just distracted I guess,” Rengoku admitted. “I was thinking---”

“Unflashy thoughts,” Tengen poked his friend’s sides. “I don’t want any negativity tonight. Let me guess; you’re scared you won’t be a good father?”

“Preposterous! Rengoku, you are by far one of the best men I have ever met,” Gyoemi said. “Your fathering skills will be unparalleled.” 

“You were nervous when you got married, too,” Tengen said. “You came to me one night, asking if there was a book on how to be a good husband.”

“Oh, I had forgotten about that,” Rengoku chuckled. 

“You worry too much,” Tengen said. “You’ve got this.”

“There you are Kyo,” Y/N said, Ruka in her arms. “I’ve been looking for you. Oh, Tengen, this is perfect! Kyo, we can finally ask him.”

“Ask me what?” Tengen said.

“Well,” Rengoku took Ruka from Y/N. “Tengen, you’re my closet friend. You’ve been there for me and continue to do so. So I was hoping that you’d do the honors of being my daughter’s godfather.”

“And your wives,” Y/N said. “We want them to be her godmothers.”

Tengen was quiet as he looked between the couple and then down at Ruka. He took her Ruka and held her up, laughing loudly.

“Of course, I’ll be her godfather! No one is flashier than me; I’m perfect for the job!” Tengen said. “Girls, girls, we’re going to be godparents!”

Rengoku chuckled and put his arm around his wife. His fears had vanished; he had nothing to worry about. He watched as Tengen’s wives crowded around him, giving Ruka more than enough attention.

“I told you they’d all love her,” Y/N said. “You were worried about nothing.”

“I guess I was,” Rengoku wrapped an arm around his wife. “My fears were misplaced.”

“They always are,” Y/N said, leaning against her husband. “Sweetie, you’re a wonderful husband and will be a great father. I just know it.”

“Thank you, my love,” Rengoku kissed her cheek.

“So, where do babies come from?”  Muichiro asked suddenly.

“Oh, Muichiro!” Y/N hadn’t realized the young boy was still standing by her husband.

“I think I hear the Master calling us; we must go!” Rengoku said, grabbing Y/N’s hand and walking off.

#Demon Slayer #Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba #Rengoku Kyojuro #Rengoku x Reader #Rengoku #Uzui Tengen #Suma #Makio #Hinatsuru #Misturi Kanroji #Obani Iguro #Gyomei #muchiro tokito #This was fun to write #Fluff #Tooth Rotting Fluff #Even the snake loves Baby Ruka #Self Insert #Rootbeer Writes

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi how are you? I wonder if you have any kind of inspiration for your stories or if it's something you think about at the time of writing. I really love them, especially the ones from Tokyo Revengers (maybe I'm a suspicious person because I'm in love with Ran 😂) Thanks for writing Secrets Kept From Him, it's awesome! I'm looking forward to the next chapters 🥰🥰🥰

Hi babes! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

For me they pop randomly in my mind a lot of the time. Before writing the storyline I had the whole plot line down of what will happen I discussed it with my closest friend before actually writing it, she knows what will happen and all the twist and turns to come and the ending. I wanted to give it a telenovela kind of vibe. If you watch like telenovela or dramas where something seems to always happen and then other rippling effects other things trickle down.

Ran I picture him being a really good dad (this is me ) and having a little girl. But also him living a dangerous lifestyle and making deals with dangerous people and screwing people over. Relationship wise he would be committed to someone he loves. When he actually looses that person he actually loves he would start comparing every girl he is with and why they are not what he is looking for. Becoming emotionless and just seeing them as a fuck toy. I wanted to incorporate all these factors to the storyline for him. But adding a rival Draken. For the life of me I was torn between Draken and Chifuyu on who the love rival would be. If I added Chifuyu, Baji and Kazutora would being in the story. But adding Draken and having his ex wife Emma really made the story line interesting and the tension between Ran and Draken.

I feel like once Ran has his mind set on something he wont stop till he gets it and that his mind set is being the reader and his daughter wanting to rebuild what he lost in that time period. He will play dirty to get what he wants.

But I'm really glad you are enjoying it! I honestly love writing this series and I'm so happy a lot of people enjoy it a lot! I love reading the comments and the reblog comments it hypes me up for the next chapter for you guys to read!(sorry again its taking long school is draining me).

side note: I have another series coming out soon that will involve him and a few other called the 7 princes of hell!

Honestly I would love to hear your guys theories on what you think will happen next in the series~~~~ please feel free to send me another anon! XOXOXO

#val rambles #im so happy you are enjoying it a lot!!! #secrets kept from him #TR telenovela talks

[domesticatedangel]

this was inspired by @deancrowleycas and I dedicate it to him and all his awesome work!! Thank you for all that you do <3

p.s. i wrote this in an hour and it has not been proofread, please be kind

The thought pops into his head randomly one day, as most do for him. Of course, it wasn’t quite that random at all, looking back. It had actually been a perfect set of circumstances that led to this very important, life altering revelation.

Dean had been craving sweets, as it were. He blames it on the kid. How is he supposed to say no to Jack when he conspires that they can double their ice cream spoils by having it before and after dinner, just as long as Cas doesn’t catch them?*

*It is of note that, while the six year old capital-G God tries to plan this, he is essentially stage whispering right in the earshot of said angel, who would not need any kind of celestial power to overhear him.**

**It is also of note that Jack still, miraculously, goes unheard. 

 And so it goes.

But now, it seems that the conspiracy has grown deeper. It’s not just a scoop of ice cream before dinner anymore, or a cookie when homework is done, or a piece of ruby red, cherry candy when aunt Rowena comes around. At least, not for Dean. After so many pointed looks from Cas over the amount of wrappers littering the kitchen table, even he’s taken measures to hide it away. 

He has a sweets problem. So what? He thinks it’s a treat well deserved. 

And that’s what he tells himself as he’s standing in line at the grocery store, one hand on the cart handle and the other secure on Jack’s hand (since he’s apparently “too grown” to sit in the cart now), all while scanning the candy stand. He feels a tug on his arm and looks down.

“Can I get something, Dean?” Jack asks, cute and polite. He already knew what Dean was thinking. 

“Thought we compromised, kid.” Dean responds and nods towards the grocery belt behind him. “We got you that cereal to keep you off the sweets for a while.” 

Jack tries not to pout, but it only comes off that much more of a scowl, a familiar one at that. It takes everything in Dean to not laugh at the expression. But he’s also nothing if not a pushover for that expression, whether the face is six years old, or a milenia. 

“Alright, okay,” Dean sighs and crouches down to Jack’s level, who’s still too busy squinting in spite to reach Dean’s eyes. “How about we get something to share?” 

At this, Jack immediately perks up, and Dean rolls his eyes fondly, turning back to look at the options. He catches something on the very bottom shelf.

“Ah-ha.” He says and reaches for the candy. “Perfect.” 

“What is it?” Jack asks, looking over Dean’s shoulder. 

“It’s delicious, is what it is.” Dean responds, standing up. He throws the candy on the belt right as the cashier starts ringing him up. “And perfect for sharing.”

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Back at the bunker, Dean sits next to Jack at the library table as he works on a worksheet, candy opened in between them. The little boy swings his legs back and forth under the table and takes a piece of chocolate that Dean broke off for him. Dean, in turn, takes a piece of his own. 

The bunker door opens up then, and a set of footsteps starts down the stairs.

The second Jack heard the door, his chair was screeching out from under the table. By the time his tiny legs carried him to the steps leading into the war room, Castiel was already there, picking up the excited boy for a hug. Dean sat back in his chair and watched the reunion, munching on another piece of chocolate. 

Cas left on a hunt with Sam and Eileen. Low level case, something about a vortex and too many owls. They closed it in only two days, Sam and Eileen electing to stay behind for some time off spent in a cabin and that's about as far as Cas went in his text, for Dean's sake. But now, Cas has returned, and that's all he cared about at the moment.

“Oh, I missed you.” Cas says, planting a kiss on Jack’s giggling face. Jack throws his arms around Cas’ shoulders and buries his face in his dad’s neck, inhaling his scent. Cas walks towards Dean, and Dean stretches his head up, waiting for his own kiss. Cas had full intention of giving him one, until he stopped half way, sighing instead.

“Dean.” Cas says disapprovingly, and stands back up. 

“What, what’d I do?” Dean questions defensively, lowkey slighted at being deprived of his kiss. Cas just presses his lips together and raises his eyebrows, looking past his husband and down at the table. 

Dean follows his stare, right at the bright yellow wrapping that was peeling all around him. He looks back to find Cas looking at him now, Jack still perched on his hip. Dean grabs the almost halfway gone chocolate bar and breaks off a piece, offering it to the angel. 

“It’s a Toblerone.” Dean explains, knowing that that’s not the response Castiel wanted. “Want one?” 

Jack whips his head up from Cas’ shoulder. “I do!” 

Cas is quicker than Dean. “No Jack, no more sweets.” 

Jack does his pout again, this time dropping his chin on Cas’ shoulder, but he knows Cas is more final than his other dad. Cas gives Dean the look, the one that says see what you did? though it had no real heat. Dean just shrugs cheekily, earning an eye roll. 

It’s when Cas turns away from Dean, that he receives his revelation. He’s still holding up the pointed chocolate, which just so happened to match up with Cas’ profile at that moment. 

“Hey look,” Dean says, delighted as all get out. He stands up just as Cas turns back to Dean. 

“What?” Cas asks, clearly tired and wanting to go get his son some real food. Dean closes one of his eyes and holds up the piece of candy. 

“Jack, buddy,” Dean calls out to his son, “doesn’t this look familiar?”

Jack, to his credit, turns his head to look, still pouting. But when he sees what Dean is doing, he lifts his head, looking between the candy in Dean’s fingers and Cas’ face. Then, he starts laughing. “What?” Cas asks, more confused now as he alternates looking between his husband and child. “What??” 

“Your nose looks like candy, daddy.” Jack giggles behind his hands. 

Cas’ face is scrunched in confusion as he regards his son and just as he turns to Dean for clarification, the hunter has already stepped right into his space, where he plants a big kiss right on Cas’ nose. And as he’s distracted, Dean pops the chocolate into Jack’s awaiting mouth. 

Cas is still confused when Dean pulls away, but it’s overshadowed by the sheer amount of fondness in his eyes. He gives Dean a real kiss then, both of them smiling into it. 

“My turn!” is all the warning they get before Jack’s tiny hands are pulling Cas’ face towards him, his entire nose getting engulfed by his son’s mouth. 

Jack is going ahhh, voice muffled by his dad’s face, as Cas tries to pull him off, no Jack, what did we say about biting! 

Dean watches it all happen, laughing, and breaks off another piece of chocolate.

And so it goes.

#destiel #baby jack #my writing #i hope it’s cute enough lol

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Yorknew just isn't Yorknew if it isn't in the 1999 anime. Oh yeah, been a while since a Late-Night Togashiposting. Not as tied to one single point but these are always fun and we can have a lot of it talking about one shared theme with our cherished melodramatic samurai. The very anime concept of this Adjacent Ensemble, the Phantom Troupe, and the Akazaya Nine. Really though I was blown away by this moment on my latest rewatch. I've always liked Neon Nostrade a lot, she's my Miss Goldenweek equivalent in HxH in terms of a not-at-all popular side character who's one of my favorites. Lovely Ghostwriter is a Nen power I'd really want. Honestly I was just blown away by the violin version of "Then Sun Shines At Night," the really good theme for this part of the adaptation. Check it out a least if you only know the 2011 anime:

Anyways, cool extra bonus for one of Neon's better scenes. I love this idea her power actually seems to come from a very pure place. And you have that classic type of Togashi connection through some kind of pop culture refernce. Talking about how a famous fortune teller called the Galactic Matron. You know, kinda like meeting someone who randomly said they were inspired by Miss Cleo. Who was an icon let us be clear. More than anything though this was my first watch of Yorknew since we got all the newer background for the Phantom Troupe. Holy crap...this was all there. I builds off what we knew so well. I love how free-flowing but tight Hunter x Hunter ends up being. Greed Island makes more sense as a training module for the Dark Continent, a brief pause in the Chimera Ants to show off Meteor City and some lore from the Chrollo/Hisoka fight building up to that...great.

The current arc is so dense and staggered I forgot creepy Prince Tserri is the benefactor of Morena and the Heil-Ly Family the Phantom Troupe have decided to target. Kurapika is really set up for the ultimate test of who he is. Pitting his quest to reclaim the eyes against his deep yearning for revenge all while the human element of keeping Woble alive complicates things. There's a reason I don't care if this man takes his time. Remember, Kurama's big moment was killing a kid if it meant saving the world.

It's so cool in hindsight though what we have with Neon and this interaction with Chrollo. Like, Neon Nostrade looks a lot different with more of the story. She's a brat because of her environment but there's a strong enough drive behind that belief in the power of fortunes she spontaneously awakened Nen. And lost it because the darkness of the world reached her. Through a former sweetie who decided to be a villain over trauma.

#late night togashiposting #hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #neon nostrade #phantom troupe #hxh 1999

[nanidoesthings]

Kim Possible Villains and their Kids Headcanons

Aka Anna wants to talk about her KP OCs

A lot of the kiddos essentially grow up together. Showing up at villainy events all the time.

I’ve talked a little about my Drakgo baby, Laserbeam, but she also has a brother named Dynamite and a sister named Gunpowder. (Gunpowder is not mine though, they belong to a friend of mine).

Junior and Bonnie? Not endgame. That is a gay man. But he does task her with being the surrogate for Junior and his boyfriend’s daughter Señorita.

Despite Monkey Fist hating children with every bone in his body, he ends up adopting a child named Xiaojian. She is raised as his apprentice.

How is Monkey Fist no longer statue? Personally I go with another timeline messing with Time Monkey.

Xiaojian was born from the monkey Chippy, turned semi human by DNAmy.

On a Henchco outing when they were kids, Dynamite convinced Xiaojian to sneak into a monkey enclosure then proceeded to leave her there.

Xiaojian and Laserbeam dated for a short while. They are now bitter exes.

Because of how bad the breakup was, Señorita adopted a "no dating anyone with Jack Hench in their contacts" policy.

Somehow all the kids end up with Duff as the "favorite not uncle" (for Xiaojian "Nae yer daddy")

When Dynamite was starting their gender journey, they often could be found at Duff's hitting shots.

Xiaojian learnt Scottish Gaelic and she and Duff tease Monkey Fist often.

She really thinks Monty and Duff need to just get together already.

Señorita wanting to prove some other rich people she was better than them had Duff teach her to golf.

Señorita follows her Papi’s dream of being a big pop star.

In a world where multiple Disney medias exist in the same universe, Señorita grew up watching Ernesto De La Cruz movies with her Abuelo.

Along the same lines, Dynamite once broke up with someone because they said 4*Town was better than Oh Boyz.

Dynamite loves webcomics. Would 100% be that Homestuck fan.

Sharpies are on high watch in the household. If not to turn grey a la Homestuck, Dynamite would recreate Sharpie Bath to turn Blue.

Dynamite was born in Colorado. Laserbeam in California.

Dr Drakken got a vasectomy after Dynamite was born.

Estelle Lipsky? The kiddos call her different things. Laserbeam calls her GamGam, Dynamite calls her GramGram, Gunpowder calls her Bob.

Somehow, the Drakkens end up always celebrating big holidays with the Possible-Stoppables. It is never planned but space is usually made for the other party.

I see Dr D having Jewish heritage but being non-religious. The kids however had Christmas and Hannukah growing up.

Shego watched Dr Drakken insist on designing and making an Offbrand Barbie Dreamhouse (Baddie’s Dream Lair maybe?)

Laserbeam swears she is not superstitious. She comes from a family of brainiacs so there’s reasoning for that which might be dubbed peculiar. And she knows Aliens and Ghosts and weird shit exists. Doesn’t consider that superstition.

However, she isn’t aware of habits which make her seem she is. Like putting on a specific hoodie whenever an assignment is just not seeming right.

Laserbeam often keeps a slurry of meds and sensory things in her purse because you can’t do evil in bad health.

Laserbeam once performed a VERY heated rendition of Holding Out For A Hero that ended up with her grounded (so worth it though).

While I stand by the idea that Laserbeam and Dynamite are not in frequent contact with their maternal uncles, I like to imagine Mego pops in from time to time.

Laserbeam, Dynamite, and Gunpowder were homeschooled.

The Drakgo babies were named after the song Killer Queen.

Dynamite and Drakken can often be found in the lab late at night. They’ll get inspiration for a project randomly and then suddenly the entire lair is being woken up to dad rock™️.

Laserbeam’s full name is Laserbeam Olivia Drakken. When she has to go undercover she will use Olivia Lipsky.

Dynamite’s full name is Dynamite Andrew Drakken.

#kim possible #shego #Nani does Headcanons #drakgo #duff killigan #monkey fist #oc headcanons #next gen Headcanons #dr Drakken #Kim possible OCs

[altair214]

What Will You People Think of Next?

Not sure how good this is, but I managed to write it out before I lost inspiration or the energy to write, so I’m taking that as a win. This is actually based off of some robots I saw the other day and thought they were adorable and that Hob Gadling would love them. So I had to write this. I hope you enjoy!

You can also read it here on ao3

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Summery: Hob Gadling never fails to be amazed at what people create. So when the engineering department at his university releases a bunch of small, harmless robots to roam campus, Hob is obsessed. Dream enjoys seeing Hob's enthusiasm. Hob enjoys sharing it with Dream.

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As a history professor, Hob Gadling, or, as he was known on campus, Professor Robert Galden, was not really in the habit of paying attention to what went on in the engineering department. Don’t get him wrong, he was aware of the major things that went on, but there were many times where he’d be caught off guard by a project randomly popping up on campus. 

To be perfectly honest, he quite enjoyed the surprise. Something random that he had never seen before randomly showing up on campus really broke the monotony that academia could easily fall into, because as much as he enjoyed being a history professor, there were times it could get boring. 

So he quite liked being surprised by whatever the other departments were doing. 

So that is why, when these little robots started driving around on campus Hob was totally caught off guard and was not at all sure what to think. What were these robots for? How do they navigate? How did they not get hit by cars when crossing streets? What were they for?? 

Hob had so many questions. 

He knew he could just ask the engineering department. But where’s the fun in that? 

In the weeks after he first spotted these little robots, he kept a little notebook where he wrote down some of the behaviors he saw in these little robots, where he saw them, and other things like that. He even tried drawing one, however he quickly decided that it might be better to just add a picture of one to his notebook.

The robots had six wheels, were mostly white, and appeared to have a camera on the front. Hob had come to the conclusion that the camera was how they navigated and that there was probably a motion sensor there as well. 

From his observations, these robots appeared to have some sort of food storage inside them and they seemed to deliver food places, although Hob had never actually seen someone put food inside the robots or take any out. The robots just had a name on the side that indicated that they delivered food. 

Now Hob would never tell anyone of his private investigation into these robots, with the exception of maybe one person, if he ever saw him again. But after all, he was playing detective with these robots for solely his own amusement. Not that he really cared what people thought of him after having lived somewhere near 660 years, but he did think that people would think him strange for conducting a full scale investigation for his own amusement rather than asking the engineering department about these robots.

Maybe one day he would ask the engineering department about these robots, and get a tour of what’s going on inside of the engineering building. But for now, Hob was content with his little game of detective. Maybe he’d report his findings to his Centennial Stranger if he ever returned. 

These robots were a perfect example as to why Hob would never stop wanting to live. When Hob had first realized that he’s immortal, he never could have dreamed of the wonders that he would live to see. In 1389, he had been content to live his life as it was then forever, but things just kept getting BETTER.

There’s now better food than Hob could have ever imagined, the ale he had loved so much then tasted like piss in comparison to what he could drink today. And now society had mostly accepted queer people (mostly), so there were both women AND men to swive. Life just kept getting better and better.

And that’s not even getting started on technological advancements. Hob remembered when people first went to space, and now, barely 60 years later, he carried technology more advanced than that which sent people to space, everyday in his pocket. Sometimes Hob would just lay awake at night and try to comprehend just how much change he had seen. 

Now Hob could walk around and run into these little robots doing their own thing on the university campus. It was glorious. 

And they were so serious about their jobs too. In Hob’s humble opinion, it was one of the cutest things ever. These robots scooting around campus in a hurry to get wherever they’re going, Hob will forever be amused by their antics. 

They’d periodically run into things and then just stop, as though confused on what to do. The first time he saw this happen, Hob felt kind of bad for them. The poor things seemed very confused. But they were also very resilient, they’d eventually find their way back on track to wherever they were going. 

If he were perfectly honest with himself, which while not easy, was something that Hob found to be quite important, Hob would admit that he felt some sort of kinship with these robots. Like himself, they were very resilient, but they also seemed like they were very optimistic. Of course, Hob had never had a conversation with one, but he felt like they would be optimistic if he could have a conversation with one. 

They also had a tendency to be rather stupid, like repeatedly running into things that they could not quite navigate around, which Hob could not help but see himself in. Being immortal, Hob very much had experience with the feeling of repeatedly making stupid mistakes that rather felt like he was running repeatedly into a wall. Like the robots however, he learned eventually, and made it back onto a path that wasn’t repeatedly running into things. 

Hob would be the first to admit that perhaps he was reading too much into these robots. But he had become quite fond of them, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Maybe some would disagree, but it’s not like their opinion matters anyway.

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The only problem with Hob’s fondness for these robots was the fact that he would get very distracted by them. He might be having a conversation with someone important and see one drive by the window of the office and he would get completely distracted and lose his train of thought. Because all of the sudden he’d start thinking about how much he wanted to tell his Stranger about them, or how much he wanted to try building a robot himself, or maybe he should become an engineer after he yet again must fake his death. 

Most of the time it was fine, except for one particular time, it’s not like him getting distracted really caused any issues. But he couldn’t quite explain to most people why he was so fascinated with these robots. It’s not like he could tell them that he’s immortal and that he could never in his wildest dreams imagine such things when he was young. Most people wouldn’t believe him or would think he’s crazy. 

Hob suspected at some point people just accepted this about him however. Professor Galden gets distracted a lot and is fascinated by robots. That’s just a fact that a lot of people had come to accept. 

When eventually his Stranger came back, even though it was 33 years late, Hob was overjoyed. He had so much to tell him, even if he wouldn’t admit they were friends, so much had happened that he wanted to share. 

To Hob’s immense surprise, his Stranger apologized for missing their meeting and actually went as far to introduce himself as Dream of the Endless and said that Hob could call him either Dream or Morpheus. 

Dream had gone on to explain that he had not intentionally missed their meeting and had been captured for most of the century. After the pub had closed for the evening, Hob had invited Dream back to his flat for the evening. Dream had explained a bit more the circumstances of his imprisonment and Hob offered him a hug. To his surprise, and seemingly Dream’s as well, Dream had accepted. 

It had been a little awkward but clearly something that Dream had desperately needed. For once, sure he would not be overstepping, Hob asked Dream if he’d like to visit a bit more often. Hob also offered to fill him in on what he missed in the century he had been gone. 

Hob suspected that Dream was quite glad to have a practical reason to spend more time around him. He felt like he had learned to read Dream somewhat decently in the centuries that they had known each other and Hob felt that Dream was the sort of entity that would have a hard time accepting help or anything for himself. After all, he had stormed out into the rain when Hob had dared say that he was lonely and wanted a friend. 

Dream had smiled a little bit when Hob offered to fill him in on the century he missed and then told him that he also was the Prince of Stories, so yes, he would be willing to hear Hob’s stories of the 20th century. 

Which brings Hob to the present because now they were meeting weekly. Tuesdays quickly became Hob’s favorite day of the week. Most Tuesdays, he’d finish class and Dream would be waiting to walk with him to the New Inn, there they’d get drinks and sit and talk for a while. 

Today was the third Tuesday since Dream had come back into Hob’s life and they were now walking to the New Inn as usual. Dream was in a good mood, or as good a mood as he is capable of. 

“See, I bet you’d enjoy it,” Hob says to Dream as they’re walking, telling him about a play he’d seen recently, “or maybe we could get a bunch of tickets to musicals that you’ve missed and watch them, that’d be fun.”

Dream didn’t respond with much more than a nod, but that was how a lot of their conversations worked. Hob talked and Dream listened and occasionally added his opinion. Hob was okay with that, he liked to talk after all. 

“I’ll tell you what,” Hob continues, “the next time I get tickets to a play, I’ll invite you along, feel free to decline the invitation, but it would be nice—” 

Hob stopped talking in the middle of his sentence and a grin was dawning across his face. At Hob’s silence, Dream looked away from the ground where his eyes had been fixed as they were walking, to where Hob was looking. 

Hob was grinning broadly at the crosswalk about twenty feet in front of them where about six robots were waiting patiently as they waited for cars to pass.

“DREAM,” Hob exclaimed while excitedly pointing at the robots in front of them, “you have GOT to see this.”

Dream turned his head to look where Hob was pointing with a slightly amused expression on his face. It could also be fond. Hob was going to explode. 

“Aren’t they amazing?” Hob asked, “they showed up about six months ago, I’ve been trying to figure out what exactly they’re doing, but they’re very dedicated little things.”

Dream and Hob watched as one of the robots was finally able to cross the street.

“Look!,” Hob said pointing again, laughing a little bit in glee, “It just scoots forward, then, when it’s sure, it just zooms across the street.” 

Hob laughed again in glee, turning to look at Dream to see his reaction. Dream’s head was cocked to the side with a smile, broader than Hob had ever seen it, on his face, which only made Hob smile even more broadly. 

Then one of the robots, clearly tired of waiting in line, gets in front of one of the robots in front of it. 

Hob started laughing, “Aren’t they just the cutest things, it just got tired of waiting, a– and just, just cut the line.”

Hob was crying with laughter now. Dream was watching him, fondness written on his face. 

“These robots,” The word ‘robots’ sounded strange on Dream’s tongue, this was the best day of Hob’s life, “what makes them so interesting to you?” 

Dream’s question was genuine, Hob could tell. But Hob tried to contain himself so he could answer the question. 

“I don’t know, it’s just, so much has changed in the time I’ve been alive, it’s amazing,” Hob said gleefully, “Like I NEVER in my wildest dreams would have imagined that I’d one days see THIS”

Hob gestured to the robots that by now had mostly crossed the street safely. He started walking forward again, he realized that they had stopped walking so Hob could obsess over these robots. Dream started walking with him.

“You know,” Hob starts, “The first time I saw one of these robots, I couldn’t help but think of you.” 

“You thought of me?” Dream asks, mild surprise in his voice.

“Yes, you idiot,” if Dream was offended at Hob calling him an idiot he didn’t show it, “I couldn’t help but remember what you said after I told you about chimneys back in 1489.”

Dream raised an eyebrow in response. 

Hob once again grinned at him, and in his best impression of his friend said, “what will you people think of next”

“Like I know it was a very sarcastic statement, but still,” Hob continued, “people’s ingenuity is amazing, I can hardly believe the things I see now, I have no doubt that I’ll continue to be surprised by people till the universe dies out, humans really are amazing.”

Hob looked back at Dream who was looking at him with the fondest look that Hob had ever seen on his face. He turned away slightly embarrassed, “what?”

“You are a singular human being, Hob Gadling” Dream stated, his fond smile still on his face, “your enthusiasm for life never fails to astound me.”

Hob, blushing, unsure of what to say for once, just smiles in return and hesitantly takes Dream’s hand in his. Dream doesn’t pull away to Hob’s surprise. 

“Let’s keep walking then, shall we,” Hob says, still grinning broadly, face still red. They start walking again, on their way to get drinks at the New Inn as usual. This time however, Hob was hand in hand with Dream and on top of the world. 

#hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #dream x hob #hob x dream #the sandman #the sandman netflix #dreamling fanfic #the sandman fanfic

[simons-purplehoodie]

Heyy, how are you?? I'm sending this message to all my favorite wilmon Fics authors. I'd like to ask for help and pose a question: How do you manage to focus on writing? Like, how do you sit down and write for hours without stopping without losing focus?? 😭 I just can't seem to do it and I was wondering if you have any tips to help me. I'd also like to know where your inspirations for events in your fics come from. Thank you in advance for your attention!! Take care❤️

Oh my gosh hi!! I’m good!! Idk how I never saw this ask so hopefully you’ll still see it (so sorry!)

I definitely struggle as well when it comes to focusing on writing, especially when I’m busy, and there are a lot of other things in my life that are taking up my time. I wish I had really good advice, but I am still definitely working on this myself.

I will have random periods where I am feeling productive, and then several weeks will go by where I am beating myself up for not writing as much as I want to. I think the only thing that helps me to be able to sit down and write is being in a space that I feel comfortable in, that no one else is around to distract me in, and I put my phone on, do not disturb and check it every once in a while.

And most importantly, making sure that you’re writing something that you are interested in writing and reading. I know that sounds like obvious advice, and I wish I had more, but this is definitely something I am always struggling with as well. 

In terms of the inspiration comes from, it’s usually just ideas that randomly pop themselves into my mind when I am doing the most random activities like baking, or showering, or walking my dog. And this kind of goes along with the productivity in writing question, but when I am doing mundane things, I randomly will get a lot of ideas, and I will create Voice Memos on my phone of different scenes that I want to write or may be a sequence of events, and that is a really fast way to help me outline. And an outline really helps me to stay on track.

Good luck!!

#ask

[lilac-5ky]

Takasugi reacting to his gf working at a maid cafe

A/N: I just had the weirdest idea ever. It’s late and I don’t even know what I’m thinking about anymore. I guess this is more on the crack side of things, but not an AU.

Warning: HEAVILY Inappropriate, but no actual smut. NSFW THOUGH! oh and no proofread, wrote this on my tablet whoops, you never know when random inspiration hits.

Due to the nature of his “occupation”, Takasugi spends the majority of his time away from Edo. You know that you are welcome to join him on his cause, but honestly, there wasn’t much you could offer. Unlike him, you weren’t a skilled fighter nor a bright strategist. You were just plain old you who constantly fluctuated between all sorts of jobs in an attempt to make a living.

It wasn't as if Takasugi wouldn't offer you a helping hand if asked. In reality, it was more of a "you striving to be independent" kinda thing. You didn't want to be the girl who relies on their partner for every single thing. Your pride wouldn't allow it, and so, to make ends meet, you stumbled upon your current part time job; a maid cafe waitress.

Other than the costume, serving drinks at such place wasn't much different than your previous jobs at bars or restaurants. All you had to do was live up to your customers' fantasies by smiling coyly and addressing them as master. It was that easy, and if you were being honest, the whole roleplay aspect rather excited you.

Fun work, flexible schedule, solid pay, nice environment and getting to bring home delicious snacks. There were only advantages to the whole thing, or so you thought until one day, Takasugi randomly showed at your doorstep. Somehow, informing of your new occupation had completely slipped your mind. Not just that, but he chose to visit minutes before your next shift began, leaving you with no other choice than to greet him dressed in your work outfit, a maid custom that consisted of a frilly skirt, tight corset, cat-ear headpiece, and, of course, thigh stockings.

Confused didn't even begin to explain his current expression. He simply stood idle by the frame, eyeing you from head to toes and then repeating it from the start. Takasugi was never big on pop culture and did nothing to keep up with the times, so naturally, seeing you dressed like that caught him off guard.

"Were you cleaning?", was the only logical explanation he could come up with.

"N-no, I was about to head out to work."

"You work as a maid?"

Once you sat him down and properly got to explain the nature of your job as well as the whole maid cafe concept, Takasugi seemed more puzzled than before. Holding onto the glass of water you offered him, he tipped it between his fingers, setting it onto the kitchen counter with a huff.

"Maid cafe… what's become of this country." He pondered with a scoff.

"Don't be so grumpy, Shinsuke. I bet there are far worse things plaguing the country that have nothing to do with maids or coffee." You said, standing by the stool he was sitting at.

"Fair point, though few things surpass the concept in stupidity."

"You know, business is blooming, meaning that there are many who'd disagree with you." You argued, placing both hands onto your waist.

"Don't compare me to those flabby nerds."

There was no point in keeping this conversation up. He was adamant on there being no meaning to the existences of such places and you couldn't convince him otherwise.

Unless, rather than telling, you showed him.

Before he could react, you took a seat upon his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. He was taken aback, though he didn't reject your advances. If anything, you could tell he was rather intrigued by your sudden embrace.

"Welcome home, master. I missed you."

Takasugi sighed once again, ignoring your comment along with your welcoming smile, choosing to redirect his attention to the ceiling. He always acted like that, though it was too early to tell whether this was beyond him or not.

Chuckling at his reaction, you squeezed him closer, resting your head against his own.

"How can I be of service today, master?" You whispered in his ear without letting go.

"By shutting the hell up." He exclaimed in a gentle tone that contradicted his words, though soon enough, you were able to address the reason behind his hostility, or rather feel it poking at your thighs.

"Are you sure you don't find the concept exciting in the slightest?" You asked, purposely rubbing yourself against his hard on.

You could feel him tense up even more, with his one hand trailing down the small of your back to hug you back. Four months was a long time to be apart from him, and whether he admitted it or not, he'd also missed you. Even when he was annoyed at your comments, his body reacted to yours perfectly as if not a single day had gone by.

"Not even by a little bit?"

"Are you deaf? I told you, I have no interest in such things."

"Someone seems to be in disagreement though." You pulled away from him, gesturing at the tent in his yukata with your eyes.

"This…" Takasugi paused, clicking his tongue. "This definitely has nothing to do with your stupid maid job." As he said those words, a faint yet noticeable blush spread upon his cheeks, one he seemed to be completely unaware of.

The way he acted certainly tempted you to skip work. If it wasn't for your shift, you'd have no issue spending the rest of the afternoon like this, doting over his endearing expressions. Stupid maid job indeed.

"Y/N, if you have the time to fool around with sleazy middle aged men and horny brats, then why not spend that time fooling around with me?” Takasugi suggested as if he’d peered into your thoughts.

Without awaiting your answer, his hand dropped lower onto your back, joined by his second had around your bum. The hem of your skirt was lifted all the way up for his fingers to slide across your bare skin, tugging at the string of your garter lightly. You didn’t expect him to go this far considering his initial reaction, though you couldn’t complain about the attention you received.

“Four months has been too long, has it not?” He continued with a smirk, the kind that made you question who was seducing whom.

Except of, this wasn’t part of your original plans. All you wanted to do was prove him wrong, yet you’d found yourselves one step away from humping one another against the kitchen counter. Screw being late, if he kept this up, you wouldn’t make it to work at all!

“If someone heard you, they’d think you are jealous of said sleazy middle aged men and horns brats.” You teased, attempting to alleviate some of the tension between you.

In an instant, a dark look clouded his green eye as he shoot you one of his deadliest glares.

“Oi, when did I ever say I was jealous? Stop misreading my w-”

Before he had the chance to finish his sentence, you dived forward, shutting his mouth with a kiss. Groaning against your lips was the only objection Takasugi brought up as he reciprocated your affections. Pressing you harder against him, you could tell he wanted more than what you could offer him at the moment, with his teeth tugging at your bottom lip and his tongue ushering you to deepen the kiss, yet you knew that going as far would be dangerous. For now, all you could do was pepper the corner of his lips with small pecks and then pulling away.

“I’ll see if I can cut my shift short, so please wait here till I’m back. After all, I promise to save my special treatment just for you… my master.”

“You should know better than making me wait for too long, Y/N.”

His expression softened ever so softly as he relaxed his grasp, involuntarily letting go.

“Expect to lose the outfit the minute you get home.”

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[yuzu-all-the-way]

FaOI 2023 Makuhari Day 2 - Impressions

It's kind of what happens when people already know what's happening during the show - the hype dies down, quite a lot. I woke up at 6 a.m. randomly and found out MORE photos from Day 1 were published. Naturally, I wasted no time and saved them - I compiled some of them in the OP2, EX2 and Finale2 posts. Yuzu truly shines when he's in his element, or rather, on his element aka ice-chan ☺(excuse my poor attempt at a pun)

After saving the photos, there was still more than an hour to go before the second day of Fantasy on Ice 2023 began, so I decided to rest my eyes for a bit. I ended up sleeping through 3/4 of the show, so I missed the reports in real time about the 2nd day's opening. I quickly found the relevant posts and there wasn't really much info about it, but one thing that caught my eye - Yuzu, apparently, is acting very cat-like in the OP. I guess we'll have to wait until the live broadcast tomorrow to fully understand what that means or why he's doing it.

This time, the 4T was cleanly landed followed by a high-kick. With that trademark combination ticked, I can finally rest assured that FaOI has truly started and it's not just a fever dream. You'd have thought the photos are enough to confirm the reality of it all.

Once I caught up with the (not so much) info about the opening, I patiently waited for the second half to conclude and find out the shenanigans Yuzu was up to for his EX and Finale. In the meantime, of course the twitter timeline was losing its mind, still, at all the new photos still popping up from Day 1. By the way, seems like Yuzu did a layback spin yesterday in the Finale, but no one really said anything about it. Do excuse the poor quality, unfortunately, no media has made this public, it's a stock photo from Aflo.

There really can't be FaOI if Yuzu doesn't progressively get more daring by the day. Reports quickly started pouring in with the absolutely very important information that, at the end of IF, his new program, he took of the jacket and the audience lost it. I see taking off the jacket is quickly becoming a FaOI tradition. Apparently, Yuzu knows exactly how to serve and keep it interesting. Patiently waiting for the recorded broadcast on 9th July for this gem.

More about IF: I was too excited yesterday that I forgot to talk a bit about the program itself. Some footage was released on the news of what the program looks like. It reminds me of Ashura-chan, but not too much. It's a fast-paced program, it has two 3Lo jumps, and the most baffling detail: IT STARTS WITH A CAMEL SPIN. There's no program EVER that started with a spin - Yuzu keeps revolutionizing figure skating and that says a lot about his nature as a pro athlete.

The one thing I was truly curious about, though, was the finale wacko combination jumps. From the sound of it, there was no such thing yesterday, so I held out hope that maybe today there'd be something, and it was. A 4T3A (step out) - 3T (or 3Lo, depends on who you want to believe - once again, 9th July will reveal all).

Unpopular opinion, maybe, but I find it a bit weird that Yuzu is not nailing the jumps so early in the tour. I mean, we know last year he did perfectly well in the beginning, but as the tour progressed, he got more tired, so the jumps became less perfect. Anyway, with all that Yuzu has accomplished in the past year (wow, almost a year since he turned pro), a wobbled jump on the first day of FaOI and a small error on a combination jump on the 2nd day (after an intense solo program, might I add) it's perfectly alright.

All that matters is that Yuzu is having fun and he keeps surprising us. He said a while ago he feels like he's running out of ideas, but Fanyus seem to have an abundance of them and maybe, just maybe, Yuzu is taking inspiration from them. For example, Henni147 suggested in her Challenge4Yuzu thread that he should start a program with a spin - he did 😉

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