#still hope you found something of interest in there though xD

[matrixbearer2024]

Idea for your "get off my screen" series! So what if the reader is like visiting someone/housesitting for someone and they have a radio that reader is listening to because she loves it, and they (of course) bring their phone and laptop to stay talking to vox, and when they connect him to the TV in the living room and the first thing he sees is the radio and he's like "get that thing the fuck away from you" and the readers like "um, no? I love it. I was thinking about getting one for my room" and he's like "absolutely not"

Get That Shit Off My Screen!

A/N: Oh this is fucking golden, I absolutely need to write this to displace the absolute angsty unit of an interlude I wrote hahahaha- I'll be finishing the requested interludes before I continue with the story. I ended up posting the continuation so y'all could already get down to brainstorming and scheming on lore ideas XD

A/N: Vox is kind of a pissy little rat here and we just annoy him a bunch more too lololol Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the story and as always- Happy Reading!

You have seriously got to stop accepting favors from friends.

Because that was how you found yourself walking down the sidewalk on the way to go housesitting.

Just a week ago you'd had to impromptu take care of a little puppy.

And consequently placate a certain jealous TV demon-

And now you were asked to carry another favor as well.

Well, more like that friend practically begged you to accept.

You slightly readjusted the backpack you wore, it wasn't as light as hoped when you left your home.

Which, makes sense all things considered.

After all, it had your devices in there along with the necessities.

If you had to end up bored today you were going to rope in a certain annoying overlord just to avoid it.

Fumbling with the keys a bit, you opened the door to the house and entered before locking it behind you.

A habit you'd grown up with after your parents constantly reminded you to do so.

The home was... pretty big, especially compared to the place you were currently living in.

Tossing your bag onto the living room couch, you explored the rest of the home for a bit before returning.

"Gonna be housesitting today, mind if I connect you to the TV?"

When he simply replied with a thumbs up emoji, you figured he wasn't doing anything and just connected your laptop to the living room television again.

He didn't appear right away though, so you decided to look around the home once more.

It was filled with a lot of old stuff, reminiscent of a time gone by.

Which, kind of makes sense since it was the house of your friend's grandma that you were watching over for the day.

Ooooh- what's this thing?

"Hey doll sorry I'm late, got a bit delayed from a meeting and- GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT!"

You jumped at suddenly hearing Vox's words from the TV, when did he even get here?!

You had half a mind to yell at him for scaring you but you were far too curious about this old boxy object you found.

"Whaaa??? Why? What even is this?"

You asked while messing with the knobs, you doubted it even worked when it randomly started to play a song.

Oh.

OH.

So that's why he was so pissed.

And so you decided to troll with your digital companion as he often did to you.

"Woaaah, I've never seen one of these old radios before-"

"I'm surprised that one still works, it's an obsolete piece of fucking junk!"

Vox didn't really have time to scan the new surroundings when he'd connected to your devices and consequently the TV.

It didn't help either that the first thing he noticed was that you hunched over messing with something.

Only for him to find out moments later that it was a fucking radio.

The same old shit he'd been busy trying to wipe off the face of hell ever since his rival's return.

And the fact you were starting to get interested in it made his blood boil.

You held back a snicker seeing Vox just angrily glare at the old relic as it continued to play tunes.

You were aware of his entire vendetta against Alastor-

Or well, with as much as he'd tell you when he ranted.

But the fact something so simple as just a reminder set him off?

"Well I think it's niche, maybe I should get one of these for my room-"

"NO- zzZzzZsT THE FU- zZzST -CK YO- ZzZZsT -U AREN'T!"

You couldn't hold the laughs back this time, doubling over when Vox started buffering and yelling about how stupid and old the radio was.

He didn't even seem to notice that you were just pulling his leg.

Something this old wouldn't fit into your home, besides-

You had a new Bluetooth speaker with loads better audio quality.

This old thing was just a nice reminder of times long ago.

Times you didn't even live in.

"Finnneeeee, fine fine you pissbaby. I won't get one. Still think it's pretty funky though."

You said as you plopped down on the couch, noticing Vox's face was still glitching and fizzing on the TV screen.

He wasn't even looking at you and instead was glaring off to the side.

Was he that upset about the radio?

Really??

"Dude, you know as much as I do how ancient that stuff is. If I did end up getting one it would be because someone dumped it on me. I like looking at the past but not collecting relics."

Vox still didn't react and you raised an eyebrow.

Silent treatment huh?

Okay, you could play his game.

"Anyway, I was looking up stuff from around the decade you told me you died."

He finally looked back to you with a raised eyebrow.

Bingo.

"And I ended up finding this serial murder case that's still unsolved to this day."

Vox only furrowed his eyebrows, he wasn't in hell for murder.

As far as he was concerned, it was probably because he was a lying and cheating businessman.

As you continued to talk more about the details of the case, it started to paint a more familiar picture.

And as entertaining as it was to watch you discuss with him something interesting you found-

Vox was not fond of you talking about Alastor so avidly.

Geez, if only you'd look that cute talking about him like that.

What-

What?

That was probably the envy talking.

"Doll, I know you were probably trying to cheer me up but I'm kind of certain that's one of Alastor's cases."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"The old fuck's a cannibal. I knew for sure it was him when you mentioned the bodies were found cut up like a butchered pig."

At least Vox was talking to you again, even if he still looked more than peeved it was about his rival.

He actually looked more grumpy and pouty in your opinion-

But that was probably because you weren't seeing right.

"Well, why did you end up in hell then? I would've thought you'd be in for something just as horrible to be as powerful as you say you are."

Vox just sighed, he wasn't actually sure what got him dammed for eternity.

But he did a lot of bad things over the course of his life, so it was probably the accumulation of it all that had sent him into the inferno.

"What makes you ask dollface? Curious much?"

You just shrugged, shifting to lie down on the couch and just look up at the antique chandelier hanging above on the ceiling.

"Dunno, I just want to know more about you. I mean, I know enough- but I want to know more."

Vox could feel his screen heating up slightly in his chair.

Why did you have to be so damn cute-

The fact you wanted to know more about him, it made him feel... odd-

Well, a good odd.

He didn't really know what to do with himself.

"I'm not actually sure. I've been a businessman my whole life, probably the worst of the worst when it comes to principles but I haven't directly ever killed anyone if that's what you're guessing."

"Huh, makes me wonder if I'll end up in hell for the stunts I've pulled on other students too."

"The hacking? Or the blackmailing? Because I doubt either of those would actually send you down here."

"Oh come onnnn, I swear at this point I'll actually kill someone so I can guarantee I'd meet you."

You raised an eyebrow at the screen turning pink again.

Pfft, did he seriously get embarrassed by that?

A smile worked onto your face when Vox softly excused himself and disconnected from the TV.

Ha, cute.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series

[angels-fantasy]

Hii this is my first ever request so I'm so sorry if it's bad😭 But recently this has been like in the back of my head and I couldn't find any fics abt it. So basically it's Brothers best friend Bakugo... I'm low-key so embarrassed but I thought it would be cool for some angst 🤭 I love your works and I hope I'm not bothering, i hope you have a nice day!!

My Brother's Bestfriend Is The One For Me!

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details: umm little confessions at the end tee hee, nothing too crazy. reader gets in their head about some tingz, silly katsuki

Word Count: 1k

hello im sorry i replied a little late, thank you sm for your request this is an awesome idea :D i hope you have a nice day too <3 i tried my best at some angst 🥲 i hope i did your request justice! also plsss someone know what im referencing in the title lolol. its not exact but its close XD

ever since you were a kid, you had a crush on your older brother's best friend-katsuki bakugou-who was also older than you, but only by two years! so it wasn't that bad, really.

watching him grow up into the handsome man he is now was hard, especially when you were always seen as the annoying, younger sibling that just wanted to hang out with the older kids.

though something that was even harder was having to watch people throw themselves at your childhood crush, only to see them grow disappointed at his arrogant personality.

this frustrated you because you knew katsuki better than any of those losers did. you knew how to work around his rough edges, how to tell apart his real anger from his teasing words, and so many other things about him.

but if you knew him better than everyone else that was interested in him, why didn't he want you back? did he still only see you as his best friend's annoying, younger sibling? he couldn't have, right?

that exact thought lingered in your mind every time katsuki was around. there was no way you didn't have at least a small chance with him, especially considering the fact that he'd never had a serious relationship before. it wasn't that he couldn't get one, because he definitely could, but it was because he chose not to.

katsuki was ambitious, and he didn't want to let anything get in his way while he was training to become a pro-hero, and that included relationships. now maybe you were naive for this, but sometimes you really thought you were different in his eyes, and you would have a chance with him.

so here you were, sitting at the dining table in your parents house across from katsuki. your brother had invited him over, like he usually did. you forgot the reason why, all you knew was that your crush was coming over, so you were excited.

but now that you were sitting across from him, you couldn't help but squirm in your seat nervously under his gaze.

"what's up with you?" he asked, causing your family to turn their attention towards you.

your face burned. "er-nothing. i'm just tired... i didn't sleep well last night." you lied, making katsuki squint at you while your family shrugged off your excuse and went back to their conversation.

the rest of the dinner continued on, with you occasionally picking at your food and glancing up at katsuki, who had caught you looking multiple times.

once everyone was done eating, you immediately offered to wash the dishes, just trying to find any excuse to get away from your crush's intense gaze. since you were cleaning up and it was late at night, you could hear your parents go to their bedroom and your brother tell katsuki he'd be waiting in his.

as you were washing dishes you felt a presence behind you, and you knew exactly who it was.

"hey, buggy." he said, ruffling up your hair and making you groan in annoyance. 'buggy' was your childhood nickname, given to you by none other than katsuki, when he found you playing with a few bugs one day.

he hasn't let you live it down since.

"i don't even play with bugs anymore! i was like five, katsuki." you said, growling at a particular stain that wouldn't wash off very easily.

he crossed his arms, and leaned against the counter next to you, silently watching as you continued to wash the rest of the dishes.

when you were done with the last dish, you dried your hands and turned to him. "why are you here, stalking me? shouldn't you be hanging out with my brother or something?" you snarled, getting frustrated at his company. usually, you'd appreciate it, but these past few weeks he'd been oddly quiet around you - especially when you two were alone.

"maybe i just wanna hang out with you, buggy. is that a problem?"

you clenched your fists, feeling your frustration boil over. how could he act like he wasn't doing anything wrong? did he not realize that he'd been making you feel flustered and confused all the time?? these past few months he'd been behaving strangely around you, and you didn't know what to think of it.

"stop messing with me." you said in a serious tone, looking down at your feet. "you always confuse me with all the shit you say and i hate it! i don't know what to think anymore!"

a part of you felt bad for yelling at him like this, but you couldn't help yourself.

you glanced up at his face and saw his shocked expression, and you wondered what he was going to say next. probably something stupid.

he sighed heavily and ran a hand through his spiky hair, "'m not tryna confuse you... i just-ugh. you're actually not a shitty person to talk to." he confessed, reluctantly of course.

you shook your head at his words. "you don't have to lie, i know i'm probably more of a little sibling in your eyes anyway." you said, making your way around him to go upstairs to your bedroom until he stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

"you actually think that?" he sneered.

"well it's what you make me think!"

your words made him sigh and he put his hands on your shoulders. "shut up and listen okay? i'm not good at this crap, so just let me talk." he demanded, making you pout, but nod in agreement.

"i like your dumbass and i just don't know any other way to tell you..." he said quietly with bright red ears. you just continued to stare at him, not believing his words, which scared him.

he shook your shoulders slightly, "say something dammit!"

"sorry! i...i just don't know what to say." you said, bring your hands up to your shoulders to grab his and hold them in your own. "but, i like you too. i have liked you for a long time."

after hearing yourself admit you like him out loud, you let go of his hands and brought them to your face to cover your burning cheeks.

he laughed his loud cackle and brought you in for a bear hug, "no way, little buggy actually likes me?" he teased, "i always thought you were scared or somethin'."

"well, i was scared sometimes..." you mumbled.

the two of you continued to embrace each other for a while, silently, until katsuki spoke up. "y'know you're mine now, right buggy?"

your heart fluttered, "only if you're mine too."

"obviously."

authors note

i lowkey got lazy in the end im sorry if you can tell 😔 but i hope you enjoyed !

taglist for bakugou fics: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @b134ch-m4h-ey3z

#@angels-fantasy #fanfiction #fanfic #writers on tumblr #anime #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x you

[factual-fantasy]

22 ASKS!! :DD THANK YOU!! :} 🎉🎂🎉

GASPPP!! :DDD I'D LOVE TO!! :}} 💖💖

I've actually been thinking a lot about Louis and his story lately! Though, since drawing is rather taxing on me atm I haven't gotten around to making him a character study post.. Like I did for Cuttlefish.. BUT!! I have still made some story bits for him anyways! :DD 👇👇

I had this idea that he used to be an ordinary flavored cookie of some kind. And he used to live on land as this washed up fisherman that was really down on his luck.. he had lost his job, his home, his arm.. he had no friends.. no family.. nothing. He was really lost and alone..

Its around that time he was somehow welcomed aboard Seafoam's ship. It was just Seafoam, Octo and Ellie at the time. Louis found great comfort and security with this crew. He had never felt more welcome and wanted in his life.. This environment started to break down Louis' anxieties and depression overtime. Slowly turning him into the more jolly and boisterous Louis the crew knows him as today.

But things would take a seemingly bad turn when a curse befell Louis. Turning him into this half cookie, half crab beast. Louis' body had changed significantly, the biggest change being his huge crab arm. Now, most cookies would consider this ghastly new form to be what its intended to be. A curse.. But Louis.. actually didn't mind the changes. In fact, he liked his new body. Quite a lot! And though his new crab arm did cause him quite a bit of aches and pains.. and also took away his ability to swim.. he honestly considered it an upgrade!

Where before he had a missing arm and was completely useless in combat.. now he had this huge intimidating claw in its place! With his new found strength and power, he was a force to be reckoned with! Not only that, but he didn't see his new body as ugly, he thought he looked AWESOME! So he also got a major confidence boost too!

In present day, Louis is a confident, sociable, and all around happy person. And he gives all the credit to Seafoam and his crew for his new found zest for life! :}} ✨🦀💖✨

Anyways-- thank you for taking interest in Louis! :DD rn drawing is rather challenging for me, but I hope to draw him again someday soon! Maybe I can go back and make him his own character study post like I wanted to! 👀👀

I KNOWWW WAAAAAAA 😭😭😭💖💖💖💔💔💖

@pink088

XD Bibi would probably use it to make a cold glass or water for me🥺💖

And hey, thanks for the cake! :DD No doubt Cici will devour it XDD (Bibi allows it)

I suppose if I really wanted to I could learn how. But I don't want to turn my hobby into a job..

I made my first post on December 19th, 2018!! :00 That's roughly 4-5 years or so!

I use FireAlpaca! And I use a xp-pen 13.3 pro tablet ✨✨

As for that Undyne and Papyrus post.. The story behind it is, that Papyrus is from a different timeline. And in his original timeline.. Undyne is dead.. Now, this other Undyne knows that her Papyrus, the "real" Papyrus, is somewhere else in the underground. So this Papyrus is an imposter. She questions this imposter. "Who are you, and why do you look like Papyrus?" She waits for this imposter to answer.. But Papyrus has no words.. since his Undyne died, he hasn't heard her voice in a very long time... he's too shocked to speak..

I DO have a YouTube channel, and I was intending to make animations for it... but I lost my drive. Animations get stolen A LOT. And Animations take a ton of time to make. I was discouraged.. why would I spend so much time on something, if its more likely to be stolen?

Though I have been thinking about making sketch animatic memes... maybe once my health improves I could try to make one-

And hey! Don't worry about my arms, I can make several whether I'm feeling good or bad! :D

AND AAA THANK YOU!! :DD I'm glad you like him and noticed his eye details!! :}}}

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XDD Jangles is chaotic enough to sleep hanging upside down tho lets be real-

@yourstrulylightstar283 (In response to this post)

:DD Bibi gives his thanks!

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson (In response to this post)

XDD I know right?? Another year has already come and gone, its crazy to think about! :00

And don't worry, I've been focusing all my energy on taking care of myself and drinking lots of water! 👍👍

Awe! Thank you so much!! :DD Right now the main thing I'm battling is my poor mental and physical health.. but I have high hopes that things will improve soon! :)))

@the-woomyverse (Post in question)

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you liked them!! :}}

As for Ludwig and Morton, unfortunately they don't have a lot of story built yet.. but I'm working on it! <:D

Ludwig is intended to be the eldest sibling, and heir to the throne. He's the "Prince of the Koopas". That post shows Ludwig seeming nervous.. and unsure. I'm experimenting with Ludwig taking his role as heir very seriously.. but its stressful. He feels like he's under a lot of pressure and has a loooot of responsibility to look forward to..

Though I'm kind'a going back on that a bit. The canon Ludwig seems pompous and a bit arrogant. Maybe I should keep some of that but in a positive way? I imagine that Bowser wouldn't force Ludwig to do this if he didn't want to. And I imagine that Kamek would have done very well to prepare Ludwig for his future kingly-hood.

What I mean by this is. I think a more.. confident, and level headed version of Ludwig would be appropriate. Rather than a pompous snob or a nervous wreck. He could be a young prince with a lot of wit and discipline. A price that is bound to make a fine king. 👑

For Morton I'm afraid there's even less story built for him 😭💔💔 Right now the main thing I'm experimenting with is Morton having some form of melanism. (Its a mutation where animals are born with excess pigment in their skin. Making their fur/hair/skin very dark/black when it otherwise would not have been.)

I could experiment with Morton not liking this aspect of himself..? Maybe it makes him feel out of place or insecure..? Though I doubt any of the individuals around him would have judged him or treated him differently at all for it.. even his siblings.

Idk, I just need some more time to think about him I suppose! <XDD Sorry!! 😭😭

Thank you!! :DD

@untitled-7613 (Post in question)

Thank you! :DD I'm glad you like them!! :}}

And Jimmy was a lovely gift, though I didn't create him! The factual fam is mostly intended to be made of characters that I can take credit for-

(Note- Jimmy was a nice gift, but please! I stand by only wanting comments <:} 💖💖)

@tallchest13-blog

Dawww, as far as I'm concerned, you've followed me twice! At least in spirit! XD

@couchwow

Hergn... but that takes efforttt... how about you tell me what you like about it first? :0

@neo-metalscottic

No problem!! :D And I wonder that about K Rool. I didn't actually realize that he would be very similar to Bowser.. hmm. Well, I'm thinking that even if he is close to Bowser in size, Bowser's got him beat by his fire breathing ability XDD And King/Big Koopa's overall could just be a tougher species-

As for the Super Stars, they have about the same status as the 1-Up Mushrooms. They are this extremely rare Power up that seems to only show up when its needed.

I've been experimenting with the toad people worshiping 1-Ups and the Delfino people worshiping Super Stars. These bizarre and wonderous powerups that are strongly tied to the prophecy and what not. They're also related to how Peach and Daisy became royalty..

Its a lot of complicated word spaghetti atm but the point I'm getting at- is that there is definitely more than one! And they are so powerful and so.. seemingly sentient, that they are seen as almost.. like.. these holy beings that bring about future events.

I haven't rambled about all that biz yet becuase I cant find proper words to figure out what I'm even thinking <XD Gonna need some more time on that one!--

And yes yes yes! The Commander is still around, and AWWW!! Is he really?? :DD That's so sweet! Thank you so much!! :}} I haven't thought much about what role he's played in raising the Koopalings, though I really should. While he isn't there to actually help raise them, he's always been around as they've grown up. Whether it be following Kamek around or doing some kind of work around the palace.

When it comes to Bowser returning injured.. I wonder. part of me thinks that he wouldn't return right away, so maybe his injury wasn't seen by the Commander. But the news of his defeat would certainly be bone chilling. Commander would be more tense around the palace. And probably extends his night watches a bit longer in an attempt to better protect the Koopalings..

On the last note, Yes! I do plan to redesign him once again XD or at least update him a little- Though drawing is very challenging for me atm.. so that'll have to wait a while!.. <XDD

@littlelightfish

WAAAA THIS ASK GAVE ME LIFFFEEEE!!😭😭💖💖💖 NO ITS NOT TOO INTENSE THE ONLY THING THAT IS INTENSE IS MY PURE JOY AT READING THIS OVER AND OVER WAAAHG THANK YOU SO MUVHCHH!!!💖💖💖💖😭😭💖💖

As for your questions! <XD --I've been thinking more about Tuna's character over the past few days and this got me thinking even more! :D

I imagined that when Tuna started out he was a real brat. Not super great to be around. He had some bottled up stuff for sure and was real rebellious and resistant to authority figures. Nobody was really willing to deal with his crap and always pushed back, which just made him more bratty.. for a while Seafoam wasn't sure what he was gonna do with this kid..

But then he reached some kind of middle ground with Ellie.

I have several ideas in mind for how this could go.. but I'll ramble about this one first- XDD

Ellie has thick skin and could tolerate the snarky remarks he made. She also didn't push back, even through she very easily could have. She knows that this kid has some serious inner battles and he doesn't need her snapping back at him.

And like some of the things you mentioned, it started out with Tuna just bumming around in the kitchen. Since Ellie could tolerate him she never kicked him out. Making the kitchen kind'a like a space where he could.. "get away" from the rest of the crew, in a sense..

Ellie was the first person to crack that outer shell of his. Providing him a consistent source of comfort, with her food and the quiet kitchen.

After some time the snarky remarks or comments would slow down.. over time he just resorts to standing around and watching her cook. Getting closer and closer.. eventually asking questions. "What are ye makin..?" "..what's that do..?" She would always reply genuinely. And as gently as she could considering her usual monotone voice <XD

Eventually it turns into "..where'd you learn to cook?" "..how long have you known Octo..?" "..do you trust Cuttlefish.?"

She could say kind things about the crew which gets Tuna to lighten up around them. "Octo seems mean but actually he's just blah blah blah..." Next time he interacts with Octo he's less tense. "Seafoam is genuinely as kind as he seems. If ye can trust anyone, its him." He starts listening to Seafoam more..

These interactions would continue to develop more and more. I don't know if he'd ever be able to help her cook anything- considering how strict she is about it <XDD But although I have several more ideas for this, I like this idea of Ellie really softening him up over time..

WAAHDH WALL OF TEXT--- Thank you again so much!!! :DD It makes my heart very happy to hear that you love Tuna and Ellie so much!! 🥰🥰

(Sorry for not being able to transfer your cookie gifs to this post! <:0)

Hmm.. that makes me wonder if the cookie run characters have.. cookies. Like, small cookies that THEY eat.

Something tells me they don't.. Which makes me think that seeing someone eat a normal cookie would still be horrifying! <XDD

@mrslilysnow

Awe! Thank you so much! :DD Such a pleasant and wholesome message to read, truly. :}}

I'm working out my feelings with the fandom.. tbh I think I'm just in a place where my emotions are all outa whack. And I'm just avoiding anything and everything that upsets me. 💔

I'm sure in a few weeks when I get my health back on track I'll feel better about the Octonauts fandom. Perhaps I'll even return with more updated designs! XD

@radicalrainbow

:DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad to hear that!! :}}}

And huh.. its been a while since I've drawn the FNAF string beans hasn't it? Once I can get my health back on track I should draw them again! <XDD

@lampylamperson

Blue!💙💙 :DD Specifically shades similar to what ever this one is XDD 👇👇

:000....... FISH! :DD

@canonickero

SLJFKSJF THAT DISCRIPTION OF THE PIC XDDD JHASKDEJHV

And thank you! This makes me feel a lot better XDD

@beryl-shade

I think the cookie run games have cake/dog things..? I'm assuming the crews pet would be one of those :00

As for the names you've suggested, I love Patty, Pretzel, Muffin and Cornbread XDD such great names! :DD

#my response #factual fam #bibi #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #super mario bros

[yanderecrazysie]

Hiii!!! I haven’t really requested anything before so I hope I’m doing this right, but could I please request the training camp with manger reader, character of your choice bc I really couldn’t decide lmao😭😭😭

I really wasn’t sure what to do for this, so I just chose Bokuto because… well, because. XD

Title: Enamor

Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, manager! reader

Summary: Bokuto develops a crush on the Shinzen High manager.

enamor

/verb/

be filled with a feeling of love for

Bokuto’s attention was easily won, but just as easily lost.

His attention was fleeting, bouncing from one person to another like a volleyball. Until it stopped.

On you.

Bokuto had already met Kyoko, but he had no real interest in her. She looked beautiful, sure, but she didn’t have much in the way of personality to hold his attention. You, on the other hand, were beautiful and energetic.

You were the manager of the Shinzen High Volleyball Club. You stood on the sidelines of every match and cheered your heart out for the team. Where other managers clapped or just watched silently, you jumped up and down and hollered out praise.

When each match was finished, you would fling yourself onto the group of boys- high fives if they won, hugs if they lost. Shinzen High wasn’t exactly the best team there (though they were no Karasuno), so there were quite a few losses and quite a few hugs.

Bokuto pouted every time you gave a round of hugs to them, eyes narrowing whenever you lingered a little too long. He found himself wishing he could be on the Shinzen High team, just to get a hug or high five from you.

Akaashi noticed something was wrong when Bokuto went into “emo mode” before the next match even started. His eyes surveyed the gym, surprised to notice where Bokuto’s attention was.

The broccoli-headed guy had an arm around your waist as the team talked. You didn’t seem bothered by it, merely talking casually as though it weren’t there. 

“Bokuto,” Akaashi warned, “We have to start the next match.”

“Just play without me, Akaashi,” Bokuto said dramatically, “I have a broken heart, I can’t play.”

Akaashi closed his eyes and tried to think what would cheer him up, “But, Bokuto, don’t you want to impress her with your volleyball skills?” Bokuto perked up, but only a little.

The next few matches were torture for Fukorodani. They were good at playing without Bokuto, but they needed him to get over his emo mode at least at some point in the match. Instead, he spent the entire time moping around- not trying to spike or receive and serving half-heartedly.

The coach was furious and, in the next match, he didn’t even put Bokuto in. “Deal with it or don’t play,” he had said.

Bokuto found himself walking up to you in a daze. You turned to him and gave him a polite smile, “Yes? Can I help you?”

“What’s your name?” Bokuto asked.

“Oh, it’s (Y/n),” you said, looking a little confused, “And you’re Bokuto, right?”

Bokuto’s emo mode disappeared instantly, “That’s me!” He puffed his chest out in pride.

“Why aren’t you playing?” you asked, confusedly looking over at his team.

“I wanted to talk to you!” Bokuto said, “I love you!”

You stared blankly at him, “You just learned my name, how do you love me? Or is that, like, an over exaggeration?”

Bokuto gave you a look like a kicked puppy. Didn’t you understand that he had fallen in love at first sight? That he was enamored with your very being?

Apparently you didn’t understand, because you turned back to your team, cheering as they made a point. You turned back, looking surprised that Bokuto was still there.

That was okay, he’d find a way to show you how much he loved you before training camp was over. Whether it was through bubbly praise or confronting you in the locker room, alone… he would have you.

He’d never been this enamored with anyone else before. 

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!! #one shot #yandere bokuto #bokuto koutarou

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The Accident - Part XVIII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW!!

Words: ~ 4,9 k

About: Finally! Pure smut, barely plot. Can be skipped if you're uncomfortable with that. The longest part so far xD

Part I II -> Final Part

Your relationship with Atsumu has been thriving.

You came to appreciate that he is actually a very reliable and vivid texter and how you both regularly went on dates- something that he insisted on, and you definitely couldn't complain about that. You know that he has a tight schedule, but that apparently doesn't stop him from inviting you over every single weekend, without exceptions, always making sure that Saturday night belongs to the two of you. Often, you would go to Onigiri Miya's to eat, much to Osamu's delight. He always insists that you don't have to pay, yet you still often place a crumpled 10 bucks note in the tip jar to keep the guilt at bay.

You both have developed a routine of eating out together and then watching a movie at Atsumu's place. He's told you a lot about his work, sometimes complaining about other players, but he seems really confident in his skills, with the start of the Olympics getting closer and closer every single day, which he is anticipating quite a lot.

You'd tell him about your work too, tell him about the things that you like, that you enjoy to read, confessing with reddened cheeks that you sometimes read rather unconventional stories, to which his smug grin had intensified, and he seemed very interested in getting details of that, which you denied at first, but then promised him to send him recommendations. You had also told him how Yachi and you met and how you got to know Hinata and Kageyama. You came to enjoy this caring side of Atsumu, and it feels rather domestic to spend time with him like this, just the two of you talking and having fun.

And more often you'd find yourself in Atsumu's lap after talking for hours, heavily making out with him until you both gasp for air- just like today.

You barely pay any attention to the movie, the sounds only faintly in the background, some action movie that Atsumu found with a good rating and insisted you both watch—and instead, it didn't even take him ten minutes to scoot a bit closer and to gently turn your face towards him to kiss you, deepening the kiss quickly and then pressing your back against the couch. He's now hovering over you, your legs wrapped around his middle and your hands deeply entangled in his hair. You came to notice that he loves when you play with his hair, sometimes even resting his head in your lap just to have you give him a head massage, so you don't hesitate to feel the soft strands in your fingers and scratch his scalp softly.

He groans against your lips when you slightly pull on the strands, and a breathy moan escapes your lips when he grinds his hips against yours. He's hard already. Very much so. You feel his cock pressing against you, just the fabric of his sweats and your panties separating your bodies from each other. Your skirt rode up when Atsumu had forced your legs open to settle in between them, but you don't mind laying under him like this. The tension between you is thick, and you're glad that you're wearing a nice matching set of underwear tonight, even though you're convinced that he couldn't care less about your choice of clothes.

"Gosh, yer driving me crazy." He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, and you swear you could combust at the sight of pure unrestricted lust in his eyes. This is usually what you'd do: make out until you both couldn't take anymore and then fall asleep together while cuddling, without going further. He made it pretty clear that he wants to take this slow and earn your forgiveness for the situation, and while you appreciate his efforts, you'd also appreciate him doing just a bit more with you. "Tsumu—can we... you know... go a bit further?" You ask with bright cheeks, hoping that he's also willing to take that step with you, and he raises a brow in a teasing way, and you almost push him back when you see his sexy smug grin. "Oh? Wifey wants more, huh?" He dips his head, and his lips find your neck, kissing down to your pulse, causing you to release a soft breath while you arch against him, his cock now hardly pressing between your legs. "I would be a bad husband if I deny your wishes."

His kisses get just a bit rougher, his teeth grazing against your skin, and you arch into him when he bites down slightly. "Atsumu—" you try to even out your breath, but you can't seem to calm down when he nibbles on your skin, the feeling almost painfully intimate when he cages you underneath him like this. "We can go a bit further, if ya want to. I could go right here." He shifts his weight and angles his face a bit deeper to press a kiss against your collarbones, leaving a tingling sensation on your skin when he pulls back. "Or right here." His fingers pull down the side of your shirt until you expose even more cleavage to press a sensual kiss at the swell of your breasts. You feel heat rushing through your body, and you softly moan at the action- he's driving you insane.

"How far do you want me to go?" He looks up at you, his eyebrow raised in a silent question while he looks at you. His face is close, so close, you can see his flushed cheeks and widened pupils, and you're certain that you could explode any second when he looks at you like this. "All the way. If you're okay with that?"

You barely manage to finish the sentence before he already starts moving to press your back harder into the couch until you lay flat. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and your eyes widen when he thrusts his hips against yours in the process, the friction so good and welcoming against your sensitive spots. His fingers find the hem of your shirt, and he gently pulls it up until your bra is exposed to his eyes. An almost dangerous glint is in his eyes when his thumbs hook in the cups of your bra and simply pull them down until they rest under your tits and force them to stand up. Your chest heaves heavily, your nipples perky, not only because of the chilly air but definitely because of his undivided attention.

He suddenly brings his thumbs to his lips, one after the other, quickly licking the digits, before his hands cup your tits, his wet thumbs rubbing over your perked nipples, a sensation that has you release a small whimper. His hands start to softly massage your breasts, and you thank all deities for his setter hands, so big and warm and skilled, feeling so good against your bare skin. Your own fingers grab into the cushion below you while you try not to squirm too much—not that you could escape from him now when he's basically straddling you and keeps on playing with your tits.

It feels good—really good, the tingling sensation between your legs growing stronger with each passing second, and you start to wiggle underneath him, your body aching for more of his touch. Atsumu notices the shift in your demeanor and softly pinches your nipples one last time before he moves a bit down, his hands caressing your bare sides while he does so. The way he's treating you makes you almost whine out loud, so soft and tenderly, it's making your head spin. "I love how your skin feels. So soft and warm." He mumbles, his eyes scanning your whole body before he suddenly gets up, just enough to not sit on you anymore. Instead, he kneels between your legs, grabbing your thighs and pushing them apart a bit further to have a good look at your panties. "A matching set?" he asks when his eyes wander back to the bra that still pushes your tits up. "Yes," you nod a bit breathless and flustered, and the way he's taking things so slow makes you feel even more needy for him, while he seems so calm and cool. Probably his year-long experience of keeping his cool every single day when he's playing.

"I like it. But I think these need to go." He nods towards your panties, the sheer material not hiding much actually, but the clear wet stain on them makes the situation even more scandalous. You nod with reddened cheeks, and he places two fingers against the wet stain, caressing and softly rubbing against the spot, while keeping his eyes on your face. "Though, I'm really glad to see that yer enjoyin' this as much as I do." His finger softly presses inside of you, just a little bit with your panties still between you, a shock of electricity rushing though your body when the fabric stretches against your clit, and his finger enters just the tiniest bit inside of you. He stills for a second, watching your reaction for a second, before he brings his other hand to the fabric, hesitating, before he clears his throat before he meets your gaze. "Can I rip 'em?"

You stare at him with wide eyes, unable to form words, understanding that this is something that he wants to do even though he seems slightly embarrassed by it. You're so turned on by the question though that you simply nod, and he brings both of his hands to the fabric and pulls. It takes him two more attempts before the fabric softly rips, his attempt to be gentle and careful to you very clear, and the simple display of his suppressed strength has your pussy clenching around nothing. He scoots slightly back, his eyes focused on your cunt, drinking in the sight of you, while you tremble in anticipation. This is even better than all the fantasies you've had about him so far, all the dirty thoughts about his arms and thighs that made you stick your hands into your panties when you're in need of release. All of that can't compare to what you're feeling right now.

"I'll eat ya out first 'kay? Get ya nice and ready for me." You open your mouth, ready to protest that you're already wet for him and you don't need further prep, and that you just want him to fuck you, but your protest gets stuck in your throat when he settles on his stomach, his arms grabbing your legs and hoisting the above his shoulders. He is on eye-level with your pussy and you suddenly feel so exposed, yet still so safe with him.

"So pretty," he mumbles, and you're not sure if that was even meant for you to hear, and you let out a gasp and a soft choke of his name when he softly licks against your folds. Softly, just testing the waters- and judging by your reaction, his is convinced that he can do more to you. His tongue licks against your folds again, harder this time, putting more pressure on you and you mewl contently. "Just like that, pretty girl. Let me do my thing and enjoy yourself. Part of my husband duties, to keep my wife satisfied."

He kisses against your entrance, resting his lips on yours and letting his tongue peak out just the tiniest to get you a feeling of it, and you clench involuntarily at the feeling of his warm tongue. He licks against your folds again, this time pausing when he reaches your clit, softly closing his lips around it and sucking. "Atsumu-" you gasp with wide eyes, your legs almost caging his head when he sucks a bit rougher. "Shhhhhsh," he hushes you and sucks just a tad bit softer, one of his hands letting go of your leg and moving between your legs too. Your breathing pattern is irregular and you moan when you feel a wave of need rush through your body.

One of his fingers prods against your entrance while he keeps his lips enclosed on your clit and you feel like you're going to explode. It's hot- so, so hot when he softly pushes a digit inside you, his tongue messily licking your clit until your eyes roll back and your back arches off the bed- you can imagine how lewd you look right now. Flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, your tits exposed while you arch your back like you're in heat with Atsumu's head between your legs, licking your cunt while he fingers you open.

It's hot, oh, so hot. The way he's pumping his finger inside of you, slowly adding another one when he feels you easing up for him. The way he's licking up all of your arousal, groaning against you and humping the bed for a bit of friction for himself while he gives you pleasure. The way he's watching you heavy lidded, probably unable to see much of your face, but the occasional glances of your expression are enough for him. He's addicted to your taste, addicted to the way you moan his name, softly at the beginning, but now with more urgency and need, getting louder for him when he increases the pace of his fingers. You didn't know what to do with your hands at first, but now you're gripping his hair and pushing him ever so softly against your pussy, unable to resist the need to get more friction, and he so willingly gives you more. The wet sounds of his fingers pushing into you and the way he's messily eating you out makes you feel like you're in heaven. He could do this for hours, worship your taste and listen to your sweet sounds, but he can feel you clenching repeatedly around his fingers, indicating just how close you are.

"Tsumu- I can't- gonna-" you barely manage to form words, moans and deep breaths hindering you from saying what you want to say, but he simply keeps going at the same pace and you suddenly feel your high overwhelming you.

It's too much. The heat, his face between your legs, the way he's fingering you, the way his tongue is teasing your clit and giving you just the right amount of attention- it takes you like a wave and you feel your muscles tensing and arching against his face while you come. Your mouth is wide open a lewd sounds leave your lips while you feel the delicious sensation rushing through your body. Atsumu doesn't change his position, nor his pace, he simple keeps his ministrations up and licks up your juices until you only whimper softly and your hand falls weakly onto the couch. He kisses your cunt, gentle and caring while he pulls his fingers out, his lips ever so soft while he whispers a praise against your folds, and you feel how you blush at the sudden unexpected sweetness.

Your body finally relaxes and you fall back into the cushions. He slows down his ministrations and looks at his hand with a grin, your slick on them evident. You focus your eyes on him and follow all of his movements when he shortly licks his fingers with a groan before he grabs his shirt, his fingers leaving a mess on the dark fabric before he pulls it over his head and throws it away. You silently ogle him, taking in the sight of him, broad chest heaving heavily, strongly defined shoulders and arms, and the slightest bit of dark hair trailing down to the band of sweatpants. "Ya alright? Wanna go further?" His voice is a bit raspy and his cheeks slightly reddened and it makes your heart beat faster. His hands find your sides and softly caress the skin while he waits for your answer. He's still hard, you can see it through the fabric of his pants, but you're convinced that he would not push you to go further, no matter how painful it is for him. You look at him softly and nod, a small smile on your face when you reach out to him. "Kiss me, please?"

He nods with an approving hum and leans down to kiss you, his weight now settling on your body in a comforting way. Your hands reach for his hair when he kisses you, your body arching up against his when his lips meet yours in a gentle but firm kiss. You allow your hands to wander and to explore his naked body while you return the kiss, your tongue moving against his while you rake your nails softly against his bare back. You can feel a shudder running down his spine and you repeat the motion, only to be rewarded with a little groan against your lips. You let one of your hands roam to his stomach, feeling the muscles clench under your fingers, and hesitantly move further down to the trail of soft hair, waiting for him to either stop you or to encourage you.

Atsumu is quick to raise his hips to allow you to have your way, his hips raising just enough to allow your to move your hand between your bodies. The soft hair on his abdomen tickles the palm of your hand and you let your fingers roam to the hem of his pants, until you feel the bulge. He inhales sharply when you palm him through his pants, his muscles clenching hardly when he finally gets some friction. You softly move your hand, feeling his length, the hardness of him, his balls, heavy and full. He takes a shaky breath, his eyes closing for a second, before he opens them abruptly and leans down to kiss you. His lips are glued to yours, deepening the kiss while he angles his face to push his tongue just a bit rougher against yours. You finally move your hand inside his pants, fingers hesitating for a second at the hem, but then you slide them under the fabric and reach for his cock.

He is big. Big and warm, wet with precum already, and you trace the shape with one of your fingers while your other hand holds his shoulders for support.

You explore his cock, getting a feel of him, how long he is, how he feels against your skin- and you love every single second of it. You softly close your hand around his shaft and start stroking, being rewarded with an airy gasp against your lips. You start jerking him of, moving your hand in a steady rhythm, while making sure that you don't push him too far. "So good," he rasps against your lips and you moan in response, feeling a wave of adrenaline rushing through your body. Your free hand moves to his ass, boldly pulling the fabric down, and clumsily you release his cock after you managed to pull his pants down just enough to have his cock spring free and to poke between your legs.

You only now realize that he is indeed bigger than you thought- just having him pressing himself against your body makes your eyes open widely. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, observing al of your reactions while he waits for you to make a move, effectively showing you that you're in charge. He just hovers above you and looks at you expectantly.

As if you could stop now. Your body is screaming for him, aching for him and you simply spread your legs further and gently grab his cock, lining him up at your entrance without any more words.

His eyes widen, clearly surprised by you taking the initiative this fast, but he nods and seems to brace himself for what you're about to do. You collect some of your slick with the mushroom head of his cock, making sure he is well-lubricated before you line him up once again. Atsumu suddenly takes in a sharp breath and pushes his hips back, just out of reach for you now- much to your confusion. Did you read the signs wrong? What if he doesn't want to-

"Do ya want me to use a condom? I don't mind, ya just hafta tell me and-" he starts and vaguely gestures towards the bedroom, and you look at him wide eyed.

"Tsumu-" you whisper, your heart swelling with affection, tears almost dwelling in your eyes at his honest expression. "I uhm... I'm assuming that you're clean? i don't mind if you... if you don't use a condom. I use contraceptives." You know that your cheeks are bright red while you keep talking, but the moment just feels so painfully intimate, when you're basically asking him to fuck you raw- it almost feels like love. It makes you vulnerable and you have a hard time looking into his eyes, but he is quick to turn your face towards him, his hand gently cupping your chin, while more of his weight suddenly lasts on you.

He looks at you for a moment, not saying anything, simply studying your face before he presses his lips against yours in a longing and gentle kiss. You return the kiss your hands quickly wrapping around his broad shoulders while you move your lips against his. He pulls back, his eyes so soft while he watches you. "Your trust means a lot to me. I'll make sure to keep it forever."

You're too flustered to say anything, your heart heavily pounding in your chest, so you take that as a cue and line his cock up at your entrance, this time angling your hips a bit, until the head of his cock disappears between your folds and stretches you out. "Please-" you gasp for air when you feel him pushing inside. You see how his gaze turns hazy, your own eyes also unable to focus on the sight of him while he pushes deeper and deeper inside of you, until he's finally bottoming out. His breath is shaky, his facial expression looks like a mixture of shock and pure bliss. "Yer- squeezin' me- so good, fuck," his eyes roll back, his muscles clenching hard while he tries to keep his weight as steady as he can.

You're not any better under him. His cock feels so big inside of you, a stretch that you haven't felt for so long, feeling better like anything you've ever had before. You feel tears dwelling in your eyes- from pleasure and from feeling so close to him, so connected like you're meant to be with each other, and he is quick to notice the change in your expression. "What's wrong?" He seems more focused when he leans down to press kisses to your cheeks, your nose, your lips, gentle while he holds you. "N-nothing. It's just- I'm feeling a lot of things right now- please, Tsumu, I- I just like you so much-" your voice is low and soft, and he lifts his face to look at you, his expression so gentle and kind, you're sure that you'll never forget this moment. "I like ya too. Don't wanna live without ya, y/n. Yer precious to me- in a way I don't think anyone has been precious to me." His confesses, and you feel like your heart is skipping a beat.

He's not confessing his love to you- you've only known each other for a few months, with a rather long pause during the incident, it's too early to talk about love. Yet, you're convinced that he feels the same. That you're both made for each other and will love each other. Unconditionally.

You both don't need more words, and he presses his forehead against yours and looks deeply into your eyes while he starts to move his hips. Your jaw drops and your lips part slightly when he pulls away, his cock almost leaving you completely before he thrusts back in, slowly and controlled, so much that it drives you crazy. You can't even talk and beg him to do it again, yet he still understands what you need, and repeats the motion, thrusting into you nice and slow just how he is convinced that you like it. You moan softly, your breath meeting his lips while he starts setting a pace, sensual and slow, angling his hips slightly different until your hands grab into his shoulders just a bit harder when he hits the spot that makes you see stars. He curses when you clench around him, but he doesn't stop but keeps thrusting just a bit harder.

You don't know how long he keeps on fucking you like this, the pace nice and slow, just like lovers would, both of you enjoying the pleasure of being so, so close to each other, until you can't help but to feel your high approaching. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his back while you clench around him, knowing that you're almost there. His facial expression shifts at that sensation and his eyes shoot wide open.

"Fuck- y/n-" he groans and suddenly grabs your hips tighter when he pulls out- completely this time. Your jaw drops at the loss of friction, your hips trying to fight against his grip to bring him to push back into you- fruitlessly.

"Why are you-" you whine, feeling robbed and empty, your body needing him to be closer, needing him to give you something. "Shhh, I got ya." He moves your hips and you understand what he's trying to do, helping him to move your body until you're kneeling in front of him. The new position makes you tremble uncontrollably, and you know that his gaze is focused on your pussy while you nervously shift in his grip. "So, so pretty," he groans and leans down to press a kiss against your ass cheek, and you whimper at the praise.

"My pretty princess, I'll make ya feel so good, 'kay? Just a bit more, can ya wait for me, huh? I'll fill ya up nice and good if ya do." You could come from his dirty talk and his voice alone, your pussy helplessly clenching at the thought of what there is to come, and you loudly moan when he finally pushes inside, the angle so much deeper than before, it makes you see starts and until you tighten around him like a vice. He curses, his hands gripping your ass cheeks hard and spreading them to watch his cock disappear into your wet folds. You meet his thrust, desperate for more friction, and he slams back into you harder, making you slowly lose your mind. Your arms give up and your face lands on the pillow, but you barely notice that, all of your nerves only consisting of the pleasure that Atsumu is giving you.

"Fuck, y/n- can ya cum for me? Can ya do that, pretty princess?" He groans, one of his hands releasing your ass to rub circles on your clit- a little sloppy and uncoordinated at first, but when he finally hits the spot you drool on the bed sheets. "Tsumu- gonna cum- gonna cum for you-" you whine out loudly, and it only spurs him on to move faster until you cry out his name, only able to form this one word while you clench around him and reach your high. You realize that he's cumming to, but he doesn't slow down, his groans turning into an overstimulated whimper while he keeps on fucking you while cumming. He's coming so much inside of you, it's already dripping down your leg before he's even finished, but you enjoy the feeling of the hot sticky liquid on your skin.

You don't know how much time has passed until you finally calm down and simply lose all tension. He softly pulls out and places your hips on the couch before he collapses and flatly lays down on his back next to you. His arms reach out for you, and you allow him to pull you against his sweaty chest. You're sweaty too- something that you only notice now, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's probably used to sweat anyway. His hand starts caressing your hair, and your fingers roam along his chest, feeling the soft flushed skin under your fingers.

"How was it?" His hand still caresses your hair while you lay on his chest, listening contently to the sound of his heartbeat with a smile forming on your lips. "That was... really good," you airily laugh and cuddle closer against his chest, and he wraps his free arm tightly around you, instantly making you feel warmer when your barely clad chest presses against his naked one.

"Just really good? I'll need to work on my stamina, can't have ya sayin' really good only. Wasn't that mind blowing or something like that? Felt mind-blowing to me at least."

You softly snort at his words and look up to him, only to find him looking at you fondly. "Wanna stay over? I'll order some take out and we can finish that movie?" His eyes flicker to the screen, only to see that the movie is basically over. "Or we can start another movie. I think there is a sequel to that."

"Shouldn't we finish the first one before we start the sequel?" You look at him with raised brows, and he laughs softly at your reaction. "You're perfect. Just stay right here." His arm wraps around you, and you feel warmth in your heart,

while you lie in the arms of your husband.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #atsumu x reader #atsumu #atsumu smut #HERE YOU GO! #I caught a cold unfortunately right after I finished my exams #I'm laying in bed all day #but I'm sure it will be better soon #I hope you enjoyed this part #it's so long omg #like the longest I've ever written I think #I hope it's alright #I tried proofreading it but I'm sure I missed some things lol #I hope you'll still enjoy it! <3 #LOVE YA! <3 #I'll be more active now! because I'm on my semester break <3

[zaptrap]

Seeing that you've been here since 2012 is INSANE like you've witnessed it all huh. You've seen probably SO many weird and crazy things in this fandom like man that's so cool for you I feel...

ive def seen and participated in a lot of dumbass bullshit over the years LMAO. although notsomuch during the skybound-to-seabound era cuz i'd lost interest for a bit

Random shit I remember off the top of my head (plz feel free to fact-check):

deviantart era: (2012-2013)

that bright green ninjago ask meme

like, literally everybody making self-insert purple ninjas (sometimes orange, teal, or rainbow) and shipping them with their fav ninja

everyone making their own genderbends of the ninja. cole was almost always called nicole or colette lmao

people also naming their accounts (name)-the-ninja (or "teh-ninja", since this was 2012)

there's a non-zero probability that if you were in the fandom during the season 1 era, you're a furry now

naruto crossovers

half-snake ninja aus.........wonder who uh......who could've done that.....heheh (me) (that was my whole deal pre-nindroid!jay lmfao)

everyone posting like, doll-maker things they made of ninjago? especially dragon ones

(me) posting leaked screenshots of season 2 eps that i found on the lego wiki or smth lmao. this is also how i found out zane was a robot. i think i kept posting leaks when i moved to tumblr

legends of chima releasing and i thiiink it was supposed to be a ninjago replacement? like, legitimately? though a lot of people weren't happy about it. "furry gang drug wars" was a phrase used a lot lmfao.

tumblr era (2013-2016 for me) (may overlap with dA era)

everyone losing their minds over the shirtless ninja in ns2 lmfao

that one video of kirby marrow (rest in peace) saying cole was 14

that other vid of like, behind the scenes and it was the ninja's actors but like in-universe? it's where "cole bucket" comes from

also some behind the scenes vid with the actual voice actors lol

thinking back on this, im like 100% sure it was bullshit but when the end of rebooted aired, there was a rumor going around about fans being so upset over zane's death that they carved a snowflake on their stomachs. lots of people were freaking out lmfao

the rise and fall of "fucknoshittyninjagoOCs" (ashamed to say i heavily participated in harassing this blog even if i rlly didnt like the premise.........)

maypong

lots of tension with instagram cuz of all the art reposts. like. tons of reposts. i remember someone blocked me when i said to take something down but then unblocked me the same evening and apologized LOL so

roleplay twitter accounts (twitter was kinda not-as-a lot at the time)

nindroid!jay of course. its so old there was an update that was made in flash lmfao...

absolute fucking shitloads of AUs and headcanons. i dont think this has changed much but like. there were so many lmfao. entire threads

actually there's too many fucking AUs. im scrolling through my main blog and i cant fuckin find anything cuz ITS ALL THESE STUPID AU THREADS THEY AREN'T EVEN LIKE DEEP LMAO

ask-all-the-ninjagians

the absurd screenshot redraws i did. like they were super stupid lmfao. icr which blog they're on but they're on my comp still at least

ninjagians just. being a term used at all lmao

the ninjago fan-tournament during ns4. people would draw/write about their ocs doing whatever prompt was posted and then everyone came together to defeat a big bad snake man

tbh i started naturally losing interest during ns5, and then VERY QUICKLY dropped the show (and therefore fandom) when skybound came out lmao............... so i dont really remember a lot from this era and everything after

and now im back :D

i hope this is insightful! xD

#ninjago #talking #asks

[kxizoku-ou]

I saw the Sanji was at the top of your list for One piece characters you were interested in tormenting and I got so excited. Most of the Sanji content/head canons I've come across are all about him as a Dom/top (except when he is paired with other men). But I think he (and plenty other one piece characters ) would be a great candidate for your type of writing. If you ever have any thoughts on them, I hope you post it!! I always love hearing what you come up with!

Yeah, Sanji is wayyyy too pathetic for me to see him as a dom (in terms of reader-insert stuff, at least). XD And uhhh... I've had MANY thoughts about him already. Since we're already on the topic of smut, you get a (partial/current) list of his (somewhat concerning) kinks. XD

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• An obvious one, but Sanji's desperation to be useful absolutely ends up as a sex thing for him, too. The idea of wanting fills him with shame and self-loathing, and the best way he's found to swallow that is by making any intimate situation entirely about the other person. Even in his fantasies, he's always the one serving his partner and earning whatever indulgences he's given, his own pleasure coming second to fulfilling their needs (if it's acknowledged at all, even).

• Being extremely susceptible to praise seems to be a near-universal character trait in One Piece, but Sanji has it worse than most. He puts up plenty of emotional walls (especially when kind words come from anyone but a safe pretty woman), but especially once someone's opinion matters to him, a simple "good boy" would haunt him for months. Doing things right was such a foreign concept for most of his life, after all, how could he not still so badly want it?

• Whether his partner actually has a size advantage over him or not, Sanji likes feeling smaller. It's definitely a factor that well-fed people tend to have more weight on them, but even simply being pinned down or manhandled is undeniably (and sometimes embarrassingly) arousing, for potential reasons that he really doesn't want to dwell on.

• Though he's stubbornly refused to entertain the idea even in his most unthinking fantasies, certain parental figure-oriented titles are bound to slip out sooner or later. Yes, both. The "mommy" version comes right from some very emotionally vulnerable parts of his psyche, but even though he dreads acknowledging that, the "daddy" version (rough, physical associations and all) is far worse.

• On that note, Sanji is definitely something of a masochist. Most of the love he's experienced (or hoped for when it wasn't really there) has come hand-in-hand with pain, and that definitely got a few wires crossed in his head. Between that, the adrenaline high, and the subconscious need for self-punishment... yeah, it can get messy.

• It's an entirely hypothetical fantasy (and a vague, emotion-driven one, at that), but Sanji has come back to the thought of being eaten more times than can be considered quite normal. To quote a particular source, Sanji "has a complicated (i.e. insane) relationship with self-sacrifice"— combined with the stranded-on-an-island experience and his overall fixation on food and cooking, it's all added up to a warped sort of fixation on (sometimes erotic) cannibalism.

(^^^Bonus source for that one!)

#One Piece #Sanji #Black Leg Sanji #Headcanon #Lemon #gore tw/// #i guess??? idk how to tag this one

[lets-try-some-writing]

Hi!! I absolutely adore your kids as sparklings series!! and just wondered since Jack tend to be one of my favourite if you could do a interact of him and Dad Optimus, he needs more love since he such a quiet bean XD

I will gladly produce more lovely bonding fuel for you dear anon! After writing about Miko and Raf, I intended to do Jack anyway.

Little Medic

After all the chaos with Miko and Rafael growing and rapidly gaining themselves Decepticon secondary Caretakers, Optimus had more time to focus on the eldest of his three humans-turned-sparklings. It had been eating at him for months having to work himself half to death to deal with being Prime and his sparklings. He had wanted to spent more time with his neglected eldest for the entirety of the time he had the sparklings under his care. But now that the workload was more evenly distributed, he finally had the opportunity to bond with Jack.

As such Optimus's lessons in history and culture with Jack grew more frequent and at the same time he rapidly found himself wrapped up in games of medic. While he had hoped somewhere deep in his spark that his eldest sparkling (excluding Bumblebee) would have a desire to be an archivist as Optimus once was, he was still proud of his little one. Jack had shown great interest in becoming a medic, contrary to his warframe build, and Optimus was incredibly happy for him. So when Jack began putting stickers that were modeled after welds onto Optimus's armor where he had scratches on his paint, he smiled and let it happen.

It didn't end there though. As Jack began taking simple lessons from Ratchet, he also expressed an even greater desire to play medic and stickers just didn't cut it for him anymore. And so using the new free time Optimus had on his servos, he pulled up some old knowledge from the Matrix and some of the tricks he had acquired over the years to make a little gift. With Ratchet's help and permission to take a few small tools, Optimus put together a mini medical kit for his sparkling. It had just about everything, with small (thankfully dulled) tools, mesh wraps for bleeding, thicker weld stickers (the novelty of which kept Jack enthralled for days), and small vials of glowing liquid not too dissimilar from energon in fake syringes. Then to top it all off, Optimus commissioned a field medic's battle-mask from Wheeljack. The wrecker of course did not hesitate the make the mask and even went out of his way to make an attachable surgical blade like Ratchet (which was promptly confiscated and turned offline before being given to Jack).

When everything was prepared Optimus gathered the team and knelt before Jack with the gift held behind his back. The team rapidly took photos as Optimus presented his gift and watched Jack's reaction go from confused, shocked, to overjoyed in less than ten seconds. Jack did not hesitate to accept the gift, reverently putting it on the ground before leaping into Optimus's arms in gratitude. He ended up crying from how happy he was with the gift, temporarily leaving Optimus and the team to worry that something was wrong.

The very next day Jack was outfitted with his new mask, his blade (which remained dulled and offline but still usable), and his kit. He marched directly up to Optimus after he returned from patrol and in his best doctor voice proclaimed his Sire needed a checkup, to which the rest of the team nearly perished from cuteness overload.

Jack: Sire! You need to get a checkup!

Optimus: Is that the doctor's order?

Jack: Yes! I will be your attending physician today!

Optimus: Very well doctor, please, tell me what to do.

Jack: Go sit over there please! We need to run scans!

Before anyone could really process the adorableness, Jack began giving orders to Ratchet and had Optimus lay down for a checkup. Not wanting to waste energon, Ratchet gave up his pride for a moment and made fake scanning noises while pulling up some old scans for Jack to use during his "checkup". The sparkling did not suspect a thing and accepted the comparatively huge datapad with as much grace as his small frame could afford him. He then looked down at the datapad knowingly and made some thoughtful hums before putting it down and pulling out his new medical kit.

He immediately pulled out a little scanner designed to only pick up basic vitals and looked at the results with the most adorable look of concentration both Optimus and Ratchet had every seen. Then once complete he nodded to himself and grabbed his tiny sander and other dulled tools. Jack's tools were made to only damage paint when used, so when the sparkling began powering up his itty bitty sander, Optimus merely chuckled quietly and endured the slight tickle that came as Jack clambered around on his frame using the tool on all his biggest scratches.

Optimus looked like a blotchy mess when Jack finished, a bit like a spotted leopard if he was being entirely honest considering the varying spots around his frame where his paint had been stripped away. But he did not stop Jack as the sparkling seemed so proud of himself for "fixing" the scratches. He kept a smile on his face as Jack then went about slapping weld stickers on the sanded parts of his frame to make it "all better". Then when Jack was completely content with his work he patted Optimus on the cheek and passed him an absolutely miniscule energon lollypop that Ratchet had provided. Being a good sport and not wanting to foul Jack's mood, Optimus accepted the lollypop as Jack began listing off what he had fixed and what his orders were.

Jack: I fixed up all your broken bits, so now you need to get lots and lots of rest.

Optimus: Of course doctor.

Jack: AND you need lots of cuddle time to help the pain go away too!

Optimus: Oh really?

Jack: Yeah! Lots of cuddles and hugs and kisses to make all the ouches better!

Optimus: *struggling to stay composed* If that is your order head medic.

Ratchet: *dying of cuteness quietly in the background* How many cuddles should he be prescribed doctor?

Jack: At least fifteen! But the more cuddles, the faster the ouches will go away!

Optimus obeyed his personal medic's orders and gave Jack lots of cuddles throughout the next few days. Jack was ecstatic and quickly took to having Optimus lay down for "check-ups" every time he began to feel lonely or had something to talk about. It was his way of stealing time away just for him and Optimus, and the Prime did not begrudge him that. Jack was always such a mild and well-mannered sparkling, so he did not object at all whenever Jack called him over and did his little diagnostic before prescribing Optimus anything from cuddles (to help with ouches), game time (to help with stiff cables, obviously), to story time (for memory retaining purposes of course).

Whatever he was prescribed, Optimus took the time to fulfill. If Jack ordered him to have cuddles, Optimus would spend at least an hour with just him and Jack in their little nest at the end of the day. When Jack ordered him to play, Optimus would sit with Jack and his siblings and play a little game of ball or blocks with them until the younger ones got tired. And of course when Jack prescribed stories, Optimus would take Jack aside and tell him tales of Cybertron and the old days with as much skill as he could work into his glyphs.

Jack also took time to do little "check-ups" with the rest of the team when he wanted something as well. It quickly became obvious who he liked best by how often he summoned them for medical exams. Optimus, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Ratchet, and Arcee were favorites by far, often being prescribed any of the things previously listed. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus got called every now and then, usually being prescribed something like "you need to find X in order to handle your mental stress" or something of the like as a way for Jack to get items from the outside. They never objected despite being made into effective messenger boys at best and fetch quest receivers at worst. The visiting Decepticons in Soundwave and Starscream didn't get "check-ups" as a general rule. But every now and then Jack would slap a weld sticker on a scratch on their legs and pass them a lollypop as a form of appreciation when they aided Optimus in handling his siblings.

As for Miko and Rafael? Jack didn't give them "check-ups" due to them not holding still long enough. Not that it stopped him from trying.

#maccadam #transformers prime #transformers #tfp kids as sparklings #jack darby #optimus prime #team prime #father son bonding #fluff #Jack is a little medic and I love the idea #I am the one writing this au and even I am sitting here giggling as I type #I love my little sparkling kiddos so much

[senjuushi]

The scientists are experimenting with strength serums, giving em to the guns, when something goes wrong and the Guns have pussy’s for 24 hours (To clarify, normal AU boys, but with 🐱)

Who goes straight to Master and tries to use this new asset to their advantage, and who tries to hide this fact away from Master and eventually gets found out?

I picked a few with interesting reactions, split equally between "eager to make use of the situation" and "would rather die than let Master know what happened". XD

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Kirsch — He's thrilled about the change, seeing it as cuter and more appealing than the alternative. So, in typical Kirsch fashion, he immediately tries to offer himself to you (as lewdly as possible, of course). He's not thinking of his own pleasure at all, just the misguided hope that he's more worthy of affection like this.

Like2 — Though he's not at all comfortable with how his body's changed (it feels wrong), Like2 still shoves his feelings aside and tries to make use of the situation. This thing will be back to normal soon enough, so he can't miss the potential chance it provides. Even so, he's not doing a great job of hiding how weirded out he is.

Gras — Regardless of any strangeness he might be feeling, Gras is eager to try out the new parts... and find out what their limits are. If you happen to be interested in his body like this, even better! It's wise to keep an eye on him while the change is in effect; if left to his own devices, his reckless "experimentation" can get dangerous.

Fal — He's absolutely terrified of anyone finding out about the change. Even if it's supposed to be temporary, it's far too much of a risk. You're bound to notice how tense (more than usual, somehow) he's acting soon enough— leaving Fal to only hope that you won't decide to take advantage of his predicament while it lasts.

Like Two — Both terrified of attracting sexual attention and furious that this is happening at all, Like Two's foul mood makes the problem laughably obvious. Even if he trusts you by that point, the whole situation is so humiliating that he's desperately trying to keep it secret. He's uncomfortable and volatile because of it.

Siegblut — The only thing he can see coming of this predicament is mockery. Although his behavior comes across as defensive and angry, that's just covering up a whole lot of embarrassment and fear. There are already so many failures stacked against him, and this feels like just one more fuck-up that he could do nothing to prevent.

#Senjuushi #千銃士 #Kirsch #Like2 #Gras #Fal #Like Two #Siegblut #Headcanon #Reader #Lemon

[snowmist-hashira]

Hello! You might know me though XD I hope you're having a good day/evening! <33

I've been seeing a couple of gorgeous fics about Muichiro x Tsuguko! Reader, so I was thinking of trying Muichiro x Ordinary Civilian! Reader this time hehe. It's up to you how you're gonna write this, so there's this young lady that Muichiro saves from a demon when she got lost in the woods and eventually she conveyed how much she finds him cute. Muichiro has never experienced this sort of thing, so he didnt mind when she asked if they can exchange letters. Their pacing in conversation was normal, except Muichiro wasn't the type to write too long and was straight to the point. Despite that he never fails to respond to her letters, there was a sense of wanting more like she wished he had been a little more dedicated to writing longer sentences but she realized she can't ask him that. Until one day, he stopped writing back and it took 2 weeks to hear from him again. She got really worried, and was scared that something bad might have happened to him and when she did hear from him again, he actually went to visit her house which surprised her. Eventually, she was teary eyed and a bit upset and scolded him that he should've responded to her instead of making her worry like that. Muichiro understood so he genuinely apologized. She notices how Muichiro seemed different from the first time they've met. It turns out, he's got his memories back and he's sorted out many things including his feelings for her. He admitted that when he saved her, he thought she was actually beautiful and she reminded him of the golden gingko tree. Muichiro never understood his feelings before and was new to this, but he didnt want to stop writing to her. As she was shocked at this and was trying her best to digest everything he said, he said he wanted this time to be near to her and keep her close. He wanted to see her everyday, so he asks if she could live with him. (I think the most suitable key phrases would be: "I fell in love with you.", "I regret my inconsistencies.", "I feel you even though we are apart.") Omg idk if this was too much, I wanted to provide specific details with the best I can 😭😭 I'm quite excited how this'll turn out, you're really such a wonderful writer 🥺🥺 I'll also lookout for your other chapter updates waahh sending you support and love 💜💜

[Chapter title: Unveiled in Letters]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:[KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list:♠ Information ♠ Word count: 2,276

Artist link: https://twitter.com/oekaki_eririn

I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠ I have just returned from my trip, and I feel like I may have rushed this particular piece. I'm not sure if I was able to capture all the specific details accurately, so please forgive me if I missed anything. I hope that it still meets your expectations, and I appreciate your patience. Here is the result!

It happened in an instant, catching Y/n off guard. With the intention of taking a leisurely walk in the nearby forest for a change of scenery, she found herself losing her way amidst the dimly lit woods. As Y/n stumbled through the darkened woods, her heart pounding, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a sinister figure lurking among the trees. It was a demon, the tales of these flesh-devouring creatures, once dismissed as mere stories, suddenly felt all too real.

Frozen in terror, Y/n desperately searched for a way to escape, but her mind was clouded with panic. Her eyes fell upon the gruesome scene of blood and felt the unmistakable aura of hostility, a chill ran down Y/n's spine, intensifying her fear. The menacing creature advanced towards her with a palpable sense of malice, leaving her paralyzed with terror. She tried to scream, but her voice failed her, suffocated by the overwhelming fear.

With her eyes tightly shut, Y/n braced herself for the inevitable, prepared to face the demon's claws tearing into her flesh. But to her surprise, no pain or injury befell her.

As Y/n opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, she was met with a sight that defied all expectations. The demon that had approached her, brimming with malice and hostility, had disintegrated into a pile of ashes. In its place stood a young boy with striking black hair that faded into a vibrant mint color at the tips.

The boy's presence exuded an otherworldly aura, and the blade he held in his hand emitted a soft, ethereal glow that illuminated the dimly lit forest.

As Y/n gazed into the boy's eyes, a sense of calm washed over her, transcending the initial shock of the encounter. His mint-colored orbs meeting her golden ones, though devoid of life, held a certain depth and grace that captivated her as if resonating with tranquility and understanding.

Without looking back, the man continued walking, his gaze fixed ahead. However, Y/n couldn't resist the urge to call out to him, her heart pounding in her chest. She clenched the fabric tightly, summoning the courage to speak.

"Um!" Her voice trembled, causing the man to pause in his tracks, his body turning slightly towards her as if awaiting her words. "T-Thank you," she managed to utter, her gratitude ringing through the quiet forest.

With a small nod of acknowledgement, the man seemed ready to resume his departure. Sensing the moment slipping away, Y/n mustered up the courage to speak, hoping to extend their brief encounter.

"C-Can I... know your name?" Her voice wavered, the question hanging in the air. The boy, seemingly in his mid-teens, regarded her with an unreadable expression. His gaze shifted downward briefly before he answered.

"Muichiro Tokito," he replied, the words carrying a hint of detachment.

Muichiro Tokito. The name hung in the air as Y/n absorbed the sound of it. She repeated it softly to herself, committing it to memory. There was something about the name that felt significant, as if it held a hidden story waiting to be unveiled.

Desperate to keep a connection with Muichiro, Y/n summoned her courage and boldly made a request. "I-Is it okay if we exchange letters?" The words tumbled out, tinged with a mix of anxiety and hope. She knew it was an unconventional proposition, but there was something about him that captivated her, and she yearned to learn more about his enigmatic nature.

Muichiro blinked in surprise at her peculiar request, she was fully expecting to be declined. However, after a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement, accepting her proposal. Y/n's eyes sparkled with delight, her golden orbs reflecting a bright smile as she expressed her gratitude for his acceptance.

And so, their exchange of letters began. While she poured her heart out, sharing her thoughts, emotions, and daily experiences in great detail, Muichiro's responses were brief and concise. His letters consisted of a few sentences, sometimes just a single paragraph, and he often used only one sheet of paper, leaving the rest blank.

Y/n couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in their letter exchanges. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. She longed for more expressive strokes, longer sentences that would provide a deeper glimpse into Muichiro's world. She yearned to understand him better, to unravel the layers of his personality, and to forge a stronger bond through their letters. Deep down, she wished that he would dedicate more effort to writing longer sentences in his responses.

Nevertheless, Muichiro never failed to reply to Y/n's letters each time, and she still cherished and appreciated his responses, even if they lacked in length and words. The fact that he took the time to acknowledge her and maintain their correspondence meant a great deal to her.

His consistent replies became a source of comfort for Y/n. Even if his letters didn't contain extensive details or expressive strokes, she knew that Muichiro valued their correspondence and respected her desire to get to know him better. It was a silent affirmation that he was willing to invest in their exchange, albeit in his own unique way.

Y/n's appreciation for Muichiro's responses grew as she began to realize that perhaps his brevity and simplicity held their own kind of beauty. His concise words held meaning, and she started to notice the subtle nuances in his choice of phrases. It was as if he had mastered the art of saying more with less, leaving room for interpretation and deeper reflection.

As time passed and Muichiro's replies ceased, Y/n's worry intensified. What was once a steady flow of letters turned into a silent void. Her worry escalated with each passing day as the pile of unanswered letters grew taller, resembling a small mountain of her unanswered thoughts and emotions. The absence of Muichiro's replies left her feeling unsettled and anxious. What could have happened? Why had he suddenly stopped responding?

She replayed their previous exchanges in her mind, searching for any signs or clues that might explain the sudden silence. Had she said something wrong? Did she unknowingly cross a boundary? Doubt and self-blame crept into her thoughts, adding to her growing distress.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/n's worry transformed into a constant state of sickness. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, fearing the worst. It was as if a deep void had formed within her, longing for the connection she had cherished so deeply.

Muichiro did showed up at her house after two weeks of silence, he stood before her, smiling and seemingly unharmed, Y/n's initial surprise quickly transformed into a mixture of anger and hurt. The floodgates of her emotions opened, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Without thinking, she lightly smacked his chest, her hand connecting with a mixture of frustration and sorrow.

"Why?" Y/n's voice quivered with anger as she scolded him, her voice laced with disappointment. "Why did you disappear without a word? I've been worried sick, drowning in a sea of unanswered letters!"

Her words came out in a rush, her emotions overwhelming her. The mountain of unanswered letters, the sleepless nights filled with worry, and the longing for a connection that had been abruptly severed all converged into a whirlwind of anger and hurt.

Muichiro's smile faded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of remorse and understanding. He reached out to gently touch Y/n's cheek; his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to cause you distress or make you feel abandoned. I should have communicated with you beforehand."

Y/n's anger wavered as she saw the sincerity in Muichiro's eyes. The tears in her eyes blurred her vision as she tried to reconcile her emotions. She lifted her gaze to meet his, her tear-filled golden orbs widening with realization.

The once lifeless mint-colored orbs he possessed now seemed to shimmer with a newfound gentleness. There was a noticeable change in him, something that Y/n couldn't quite put her finger on. A glimmer of gentleness that hadn't been there before. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a depth of emotion and vulnerability that she hadn't witnessed until now.

Muichiro's transformation filled Y/n with a mix of hope and curiosity. She wondered what had prompted this change, what battles he had fought within himself to reach this point. But above all, she was grateful for this newfound glimpse into his true self.

Muichiro noticed her awestruck gaze, and a small smile curved on his lips, as if he could read her thoughts. "I regained my memories," he said, referring to his previous amnesia. While Y/n had never minded his condition, seeing him more expressive in his facial features made her heart flutter.

The admiration for his cuteness and charm deepened further after that. Y/n listened intently to his explanations, including his newfound clarity about his own emotions.

"I was able to sort out a lot of things," he continued. "Including my feelings for you."

"… ‘Feelings for me’?" Y/n repeated, her heart skipping a beat at Muichiro's words., her voice laced with uncertainty, trying to comprehend the significance of his words.

His admission that he had sorted out his feelings, specifically his feelings for her, sent a wave of surprise through her.

Muichiro's eyes met hers, his gaze steady and sincere. "Yes, Y/n. I've come to realize that my feelings for you run deeper than friendship. The more I got to know you through our letters, the more I realized how much you mean to me.”

"I don't fully understand these feelings, but I do know that I want to get to know you better," he confessed. It began to make sense to Y/n, realizing that despite the brevity of his letters, he had always made the effort to keep the correspondence going.

He continued, his voice sincere, "You're beautiful. Your eyes hold a sense of longevity, reminiscent of the color of a gingko tree." It was a unique and poetic comparison that resonated deeply within her. His ability to see beauty in the small details of the world around him only deepened her admiration for him. A visible blush tinted Y/n's cheeks as Muichiro praised her.

Y/n's mind raced, trying to process the unexpected confession. She had admired his charm and cuteness from the beginning, but she hadn't dared to hope that he felt the same way about her. Her lips parted in astonishment, struggling to find the right words.

“I’m sorry for being inconsistent with my letters.” Y/n's heart fluttered as Muichiro's hand gently cupped her cheek, his touch radiating warmth and tenderness. The softness in his gaze mirrored the gentleness of his touch, deepening the swirl of emotions within her. It was a moment of vulnerability and sincerity that left her speechless, unable to find the right words to express the depth of her feelings.

"I apologize for my sudden disappearance, but now I want you to be with me.” Muichiro's caress on her cheek, his thumb gently gliding across her skin, sent shivers down Y/n's spine. His touch conveyed a depth of emotion and a sense of protectiveness that was difficult to put into words. Y/n's heart raced with confusion at his words.

Y/n's voice trembled as she asked, "W-What do you mean?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as Muichiro's smile filled her with warmth and anticipation. She couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment when her bangs got in the way of their contact, but the soft kiss on her forehead still sent a wave of affection through her. "I want you to be by my side," he repeated, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to see you every day."

"I can protect you from demons, and I can provide for the both of us," Muichiro expressed, his words filled with confidence. "Will you stay with me?"

His words carried a sense of unwavering determination and a promise to be there for her, no matter what challenges they may face.

Overwhelmed by a flurry of emotions, Y/n found herself at a loss for words. Her heart thumped in her chest; her cheeks flushed with a deep shade of red. The warmth radiating from Muichiro's actions and words seemed to melt her into a puddle of blissful contentment.

Y/n's nod was a silent affirmation of her acceptance, and she found solace in resting her head on Muichiro's chest. her heart filled with a mix of emotions: love, excitement, and a sense of security. She leaned her head onto Muichiro's chest, finding solace in the steady beat of his heart. It was a gesture of trust and vulnerability, allowing herself to be close to him and feel the warmth of his presence.

Muichiro's soft smile deepened as he gazed down at her, his eyes reflecting tenderness and affection. With gentle care, he parted her bangs, ensuring that their connection remained uninterrupted. Y/n's breath hitched as his lips met her forehead in a tender kiss, a gesture that conveyed a promise of love, protection, and devotion.

#muichiro x y/n #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #fanfiction #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #one shot #female reader #x reader #fluff #requested #kny x reader #kny x you #anime x reader #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kny muichiro #muichiro x you #kimetsu muichiro #kny x y/n #mist hashira #kimetsu no yaiba hashira #kny hashira

[commenter2]

"Welcome to Heaven" review

Time for a change of scenery and to learn more about Heaven. Spoilers.

Nice to see Vaggie told the truth instead of attempting to lie. I am curious, would that have even worked on Charlie? Does Charlie have a power to tell if people are lying to her, since her father is the “father of lies”?

That was sweet of Vaggie, but there is a lining of “Vaggie sacrifices more for the relationship” idea in my Charlie/Vaggie trailer breakdown here. LUCKILY there hasn’t been much of that as I expected in this season. At least we’ll find out how Vaggie lost her Exorcist title.

CHAGGIE KISS! Wait why’d she kiss her on the eyepatch? Also I’m NOW just wondering if Vaggie DOES still have her left eye, but is covering it up Japanese anime style cause it contains a great Exorcist power?

Here’s Cherri Bomb making an “explosi.. eh I’m not going to finish that lame joke. I do like the new Australian accent they gave her.

I’m not liking where this is going. I feel like this is going to result in a situation like in the pilot where Angel and co. embarrass Charlie’s goal in front of everyone in Heaven. I mean (spoilers based on the HH S1 trailer) something is going to make the next Extermination happen, but I hope it’s something else.

You really should have told the others to behave themselves before leaving Charlie.

A new portrait of Charlie and her parents in the background. It’s hard to make out, so hopefully someone posts a proper version of it soon.

Charlie casually throwing Vaggie through portal XD.

(Pen sees Cherri) knew this was coming here we go. Bet Pen X Cherri shippers are going to enjoy that moment.

Anyone else think the eye symbol at Heaven’s gate is also a reference to the Sheikah Eye from Legend of Zelda?

Saint Peter? With her last name being Morningstar, you think he would realize she is Lucifer’s daughter.

Charlie Morningbreakfast

Cursing is allowed in Heaven. Interesting to know, you think there will be a gag for when someone curses, everyone else covers their ears “Harry Potter Musicals” style?

So angels can take on different forms. Also was it just me or did the old angel’s bird form look like Stella a bit? I did have this theory that touched on the idea of how after fallen angels went to Hell, they would evolve to become different from what those in Heaven look like and create subspecies, and it looks that is true.

The angel finally has a name, Sera. Oh she may sound nice now but wait till we see her evil side! Right there she says, “you are gifted to be here”, life if she wasn’t Lucifer’s daughter she would have been really rude to Charlie.

Even though she says she is the highest of the Seraphim (the highest rank in Heaven’s hierarchy if pic of said topic are any indication) I feel like there is going to be a moral Heaven thing where every angel is treated equal. I thought I bring this up now cause when Sera reveals herself as a villain, I hope later on she becomes an antagonist (replacing Adam) who fights against Charlie’s redemption plan but will have trouble when other Seraphim’s and Archangels side with Charlie.

Sounds like Emily is the Charlie of Heaven XD.

Got some interesting designs like a Hellhound looking creature with hooves and that…thing she is next to. There is also someone that looks a lot like Vaggie but with no mouth, who “COINCIDENLY” has a close eye where Vaggie has an eyepatch.

I think that was a FNAF/Chuck E Cheese mascot band refence there.

MOLLY HOLY CRAP! Looks like we found the motivation to get Angel to redeem himself! I was going to wonder why she was spider looking creature when you think Heaven only has people in human/cute animal like forms, till I saw that crab looking angelic being in the same scene. Also on the bottom right, I think that’s a Sara Bellum from PPG reference.

Again. Sera being rude, though Emily sounds very ally like.

Vaggie being jealous XD

LUTE? Wait does this mean Adam is wearing a mask/helmet/whatever too? I bet he’s fugly under it XD.

Damn the Amazon Prime pause button. It keeps making the video skip ahead instead of doing its job!

OKAY HUGE REVEAL THERE! HOW COME NO ONE ELSE KNOW ABOUT THE EXTERMINATONS? Do the archangels at least know? Either way this could actually be good but I’ll get into that later.

Okay so Sera seems to be one of those “doing bad to do good” kind of characters as she just wants to protect Heaven, explains why she looked so sad in Charlie’s story, but I feel like she will have prejudices too. It also sounds like Adam was the sole person who came up with the Exterminations.

FINALLY confirmation of Vaggie being a former Exorcist! :D… Wait… Oh crap! :(

ADAM GAVE VAGGIE HER NAME! CALLED IT!! https://www.tumblr.com/commenter2/718141081445957632/odd-theory-but-do-you-think-vaggie-got-her-name?source=share

That was a hellborn child! I had suspicions that Exorcist also killed Hellborn demons during the Exterminations (Viv did once say they kill anything that wasn’t indoors) but still its more shocking than knowing it was a correct fact.

I do like that the Extermination scene is a flashback and not taking place in the finale like I predicted.

Also as messed up as what happened to Vaggie, losing her eye and wings (more on that later) at least it led to her instantly meeting Charlie. Hey they are wearing their pilot outfits :D

At least we can look forward to a Vaggie vs. Lute fight in the future.

Since it was shown that Lute was able to wound Vaggie when she was still an angel, my idea from my “Overture” review of the dead Exorcist being killed by one of its own is a little stronger now. I still think someone else like the threat impersonating Lilith did it, but I'm still keeping that as a possibility until we learn more.

If the first human soul to arrive in Heaven doesn’t know what qualifies to get into Heaven, then Charlie redemption plan deserves a chance. It also makes me curious on what the other angels think qualifies. Also again how would Angel be any different than having Adam there.

WAIT WHAT ABOUT ABEL? He was murdered by his brother long before Adam died, what happened to him after he died?

See I told you we’d get another pilot situation, though at least it’s better than last time as Angel did resist for a time. Heck Husk and Sir Pentious should also be considered proof of being able to redeem since Pen was being nice to a degree and Husk was actually trying to help Angel.

Seriously, Adam has been cursing up a storm, yet you react to when Charlie does it? Maybe like us they were just surprised that she can curse, given how good she is.

Looks like I was wrong about the situation leading to pilot vibes. GOOD! Also great to see Angel stand up to Val.

Now that we know that Val’s shirt are his wings, it makes the scene of Niffty ripping a piece off hilarious XD.

This seems enough proof to me that someone can be redeemed, don’t try and change the subject Adam.

So no angelic being in that room properly knows how judging a soul works? While odd, I wonder if this is a result of after what happened to Lucifer, maybe soon after others got sent to Hell for minor things and eventually no one dared to question or go against God’s (or whoever else’s) judgment and now they are at this point where they don’t recall things or fear becoming a fallen angel like Lucifer. I’m (semi) counting this as another one of my ideas coming true, as I did bring the idea of Heaven not knowing how to loosen the restrictions to getting into Heaven.

Though a bit understandable from Charlie’s POV and thankfully she got lucky there, her ranting to Heaven is another time where Charlie should have taken up at least SOME of Vaggie’s words.

So glad to see Adam’s ego and stupidity finally leading to some good for the heroes, as it will be interesting to see how parts of Heaven will react to learning about the Exterminations.

Trailer screen shot. At least I’m glad that Sera isn’t what I thought she was going to be like.

Oh don’t phrase it like that Charlie! You’re making my “Lilith wants to destroy Heaven” theory sound like it could happen :(

Again when looking at that statue of Sera, she looks like Stella. Also if I’m right the other creature is Emily, who I guess can take on the form of a unicorn.

Aww crap Adam revealed Vaggie’s secret. I know I brought up the idea of Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship being tested, but I just meant personality wise not this, mostly cause I though Charlie already knew. Then again Charlie can be an idiot at times. Hopefully Charlie can be mature about this and thinking back to the trailer, the two do loving sing to each other, heck looks like Vaggie gets her wings back. So yeah, I’m guessing that they will be fine and their relationship will be stronger than ever.

Seriously Sera, after what you see your going to still allow Adam to do the Extermination. Then again she might not have a choice here. This is quickly confirmed with Sera expressing the “Angels scared of suffering the same fate as Lucifer” idea I brought up. Also obviously we need something to continue the series.

So Sera and Emily ARE mother and daughter, I was starting to wonder. Actually speaking of family and thinking back to “Queen Bee”, Bee brought up the question of how fallen angels and such are related, I wonder how related Lucifer and Sera are. Could Charlie and Emily be cousins? If they are, then Vaggie won’t have to worry about Charlie leaving her XD.

At least Charlie has her first angelic ally. I wonder if what Sera said and Emily clenching her fist IS foreshadowing her fate? If my idea of her being able to transform into a horse comes true, what if her demon horse form takes on the form of the horse at the end of the Spindlehorse credits.

Aw man we’re not going to see how Charlie feel about this or more importantly,

Whew that was intense near the end. We got to see Heaven and learned some big things about it like the residents such as Molly being there or how angels have NO IDEA how judging a soul works. Then there was a big reveal that no one before the events here even knew about the Exterminations, that was a great twist if not a bit odd.

It was also great to learn more about Vaggie’s now confirmed past and be introduced to Emily and how she agrees with Charlie’s thoughts instead, making the argument less one sided. It was also funny seeing how she and Charlie got along so well which led to Vaggie being jealous at one point. Hopefully for her, Emily and Charlie turn out to be cousins.

It was nice having Cherri be in the episode, even if she almost led to Angel doing bad things and getting Charlie in trouble again. Speaking of which, it was GREAT to see that Angel HAS changed since joining Charlie. Hopefully if he learns that Molly is there, a great cameo BTW, he will amp that up to 11.

I also personally liked how stupid Adam looked in it, and now that people know the truth about Exterminations, I think it could lead to him being demoted (both related to Heaven's hierarchy and as a main antagonist in the series) and my idea of Charlie being the “chosen one” to save everyone from a great threat or the idea I have for what season 2 could be about.

The only downsides were that this was kind of the expected outcome given the episode’s place. Maybe if this was the 2nd to last episode and the finale was an hour long, it could have helped but I’m not complaining.

It was also a bummer that we didn’t see more of how Charlie feels about discovering Vaggie was an angel. At least the S1 trailer makes it clear that thing between them will be fine in the end.

The things about no one knowing about the Exterminations, or what the qualifications to get into Heaven really are, but I’m not complaining. This is actually a perfect excuse for my season finale epilogue idea where after the Extermination, Heaven agrees with Charlie and they need to rework or explore the qualifications required to get into Heaven, and Charlie plans on having a big say in it so that more people can get into Heaven whether it be after they die or through her hotel. Of course some people of Hell and Heaven will be against Charlie’s ideas, so Charlie will have to go through a multi-season storyline where she needs to keep convincing more and more powerful people that this would be a good thing, eventually having to convince God himself. All the while evil forces will try and progress its/their agenda, leading to big fights.

Now we wait for the season finale.

As always let me know your thoughts about the episode.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel angel dust #vivziepop

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

For drable promts

These prompts for KavleirX Apollo

> " the rockstar and the the law attorney , now that,s a novel a loved to read."

" I have made my best music when you were a part of my life."

" Being a muse requires just much talent being as being musicians"

Hi hi!! Thanks so much for the freaking asks! I did all of them :3. They were just so good!! I had so much fu writing them! I just...I love Klapollo! So I'm really glad I get to write them more :3

They all kinda just ended up as Klavier being smitten with Apollo. Hope that's okay XD. He do be pining!!

Now...on to the prompts!

"The rockstar and the the law attorney, now that's a novel I'd loved to read." 295 words

“A rockstar and a defense attorney? That is totally a novel that I’d love to read.” Ema had said it sarcastically, Klavier knew. He knew that writing a novel was ridiculous, writing a novel, especially basing it off of his experiences with Apollo. But he just couldn’t help it, something about Apollo inspired him. Something about him that made Klavier want to be the best he could be at everything he tried. His management team were the first people that mentioned him writing a book, actually. Klavier ignored them at first, he didn’t want to make a piece of art that was just a cash grab, no matter how much his team tried to convince him otherwise. Though, at some point, Klavier had become…inspired. Fiction writing was very much different from songwriting, but Klavier found that he liked it. He liked the creative process in general, and though there was difficulty translating his songwriting skills into fiction writing, plus his perfectionist tendencies making it harder, he still quite liked it. One day, Apollo and Klavier were out at a café. Apollo was talking about novels, and how interesting they were, and that he really should have read more. Klavier wasn’t sure when, but at some point, the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. “I’m writing a novel, actually.” Klavier had blurted out. Apollo seemed surprised at first, then that surprise turned into intrigue. “Oh, really? That’s cool! What’s it about?” “A rockstar and a defense attorney solving the murder of the rockstar’s band’s guitarist.” Klavier replied. “Oh! A rockstar and a defense attorney? I’d love to read about that, actually. That must be a pretty interesting duo.” Apollo said. “Ja. They are, Herr Forehead.” Klavier smiled. “They are.”

"I have made my best music when you were a part of my life." 300 words

Klavier really missed songwriting. He missed the creative process of it all, writing away his thoughts as they poured out from his mind, looking at his work days later with a fresh new perspective and then ironing out the kinks that he found. And lately, he had found some inspiration It started with Apollo saying something that sounded like it’d be a good song lyric, to which Klavier immediately jotted down on his phone to remember to integrate it into one of his songs. The next thing he knew, hours later after the investigation had ended, Klavier was writing away at his notebook. He stared at the lyrics that he had just written, frowning in thought. What to write next… At the sound of a notification on Klavier’s phone, he picked it up. Opening his phone, he smiled at the photo of him and Apollo on his lock screen. Apollo was deep in thought, his index finger pressed at the bridge of his nose. Klavier liked that little habit of his, he thought it was one of the most adorable things he had ever seen in his life. He clicked on the notification, an unamused annoyed text from Ema telling him about some investigation details. Klavier quickly responded, before turning back to his notebook. At the possibilities that it held, at the blank canvas that would be his artform. He would probably make a few mistakes, even with years of experience he still made mistakes. Not only that, but this was a solo song, and he wasn’t used to writing solo songs. Though, that didn’t matter. Klavier knew that with his inspiration, he’d make it just fine. It may have been new and a little terrifying, but in Klavier’s opinion, it was the best music that he had ever made.

"Being a muse requires just as much talent being musicians" 380 words

Apollo did not think he was remarkable. Klavier wasn’t sure what the hell made Apollo come to that conclusion, he really wasn’t. Apollo was one of the most inspiring people in Klavier’s life, his search for the truth one of the most remarkable things about him. He had a talent, able to spot lies with just a person’s body language. He was perceptive, noticing the tiniest of details instantly, before the detectives even registered that they were there. He was detail oriented, putting together all the information of their cases in an interesting and coherent way. So many things that Klavier could go on and on about, so many things he admired about the man. And yet, he seemed to disagree. Which was frankly, ridiculous. “God, I wish I actually knew how to do stuff…” Apollo was lamenting to Klavier. “What do you mean by that, Herr Forehead?” “Well, I sorta uh…don’t have any hobbies? Like sure, I do sports and outdoor stuff, but that’s not as cool as all of your guys’ hobbies.” Apollo sighed. “Mr. Wright can do piano and poker, even if he’s terrible at piano. Ema’s got her whole science thing, Trucy does magic tricks, and you’re a rockstar! Compared to you guys, I don’t have a lot going on.” “Even if you don’t have “anything going on”, you’re still quite talented Herr Forehead.” Klavier said. Apollo didn’t look convinced. “Am I, though? I mean, I’m a defense attorney sure, and I have my tell spotting thing. But other than that, I’m not that talented.” “Well, being a muse requires just as much talent as being an artist.” “I guess…” Apollo trailed off, then realizing something. “Wait, I’m someone’s muse?” Shoot, Klavier let that slip. Apollo took Klavier’s lack of an answer as an answer. “Wait, Prosecutor Gavin, whose muse am I?!” “I have no idea.” And of course, Apollo sensed the lie. “No flipping way you don’t. You know, don’t lie to me.” “…Ja, I know.” “Tell me then.” “Nein.” Apollo frowned. “Why not?” “I want to keep it a surprise.” Klavier teased with a wink. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Apollo glared at Klavier. “I’m gonna find out, Prosecutor Gavin. Watch me.” Klavier slowly grinned. “I know you will, Herr Forehead.”

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[factual-fantasy]

30 asks! :0000 Mostly Mario stuff :}

My hopes were dropped even lower tbh

Hot take, but I don’t like the personality they’ve given Peach. She just feels like a cookie cutter tough woman character that you see in like every movie now a days. It feels like they didn’t put any heart into her. They just made her a tough woman lead and called it a day. She’s more than that you guys common!

Peach is already full of personality, why change her? She’s sassy, she’s classy, she’s emotional, she’s unique. Why changer her? Why make her dress up in armor wielding an axe to go fight Bowser? That’s not what she’s like, If anything she’d strut out there in her dress and all to go fight Bowser.

Here’s an idea you guys, keep Peach the way she is in canon. Why? Because that’s the personality she’s had for years. It would also make her much more interesting in the movie. And get this! We already love canon Peach.

Aside from that. I wasn’t a fan of the whole go-cart thing, it felt out of place for what the rest of the trailer looked like. But idk maybe it makes sense in the movie. Jeez, there’s a lot about these trailers that I don’t like-

BUT, I can say that I LOVE what they seem to be doing with Mario and Luigi. Mario reaching out and grasping Luigi’s hand, that whole scene makes me think that we might get some brotherly moments between the bros. Which I am all for!

@theflamingflamingos​

Like if you drew my version of Donkey Kong. Where he’s big and red with long fur, or drew the designs I made for Peach and Daisy’s dress’s, that wouldn’t be so cash money. 

I wouldn’t be happy if someone drew fanart of something I designed basically. Which includes my Mario AU..

@dark-cynder49

The things I had in mind was if Mario and Luigi are in a public place, Mario would try to keep people from interacting with Luigi. Like, if someone tried to talk to them, Mario would step forward and do all the talking and answer questions on Luigi’s behalf. 

If Luigi just needs some time away from all the noise. Mario will find a way to get him out of there, even if it means he needs to cause a scene to allow Luigi to escape unnoticed.

Sometimes though that doesn’t Work. Sometimes Luigi cant get away or his anxiety just keeps rising.. if that happens Mario will discreetly hold his hand, and squeeze it tightly. Just knowing that Mario is there usually keeps him calm enough that they can wait out the stressful situation and get away.

Now when they’re in private? Luigi’s anxiety is a lot easier to deal with.

Mario can openly hold Luigi’s hand and comfort him without any risk of judgmental stares. Mario can talk to him in what ever language he wants because no one can hear them. Usually Luigi just parks somewhere on like a couch or a bed, gets some water and they ride the out anxiety together.

Heh, and here Mario thinks he’s not the best brother he can be, smh.

@justapikachu1​

Oh I’m sorry, buuuuuut Peach cant use Power-ups in this AU. So no cat Peach this time.. 😅

Also I don’t know anything about Cappy or his species, so he has not been added to my AU...

aaaaa, they cannot use Power-ups either! In my AU only humans can use powerups. Peach and Daisy are not human, and obviously neither are the Toads-

I think if the poison Mushroom was a thing, it wouldn’t be a Power-up or anything special. Just these bright toxic Mushrooms that make anyone who eat it very sick..

I have played none of those games, and thus am unfamiliar with the villains and did not add them to my AU..😅

SNIGF, U FOUND/LIKED SOME THINGS CUZ OF MEEEEEEE WAAAAAAAA

XD I love drawing sad brothers what can I say?

mmmmno, not really :/ I’m still trying to fix my FNAF AU and save my energy for those long comics.

I’m not familiar with that.. Power-up..? I didn’t know it existed and thus, didn’t add it to my AU..

I have some ideas in mind for those actually! Although they’re not super ironed out..

The Shy guys might be this spooky tribe in the woods somewhere. They don’t work for Bowser, they just kind’a do their own thing. And I imagined that they’d be cursed, or at the very least people fear them because of all the horrors and death that seem to follow them..

The chain chomps were supposed to be giant hunks of metal, that Kamek used his powers to cast a curse on. This curse brought them to life. The curse of hunger.

The Piranha plants are supposed to be just a rather dangerous species of plant that live all over the place. But Bowser feeds the ones that grow near his kingdom. Thus making them bigger.. and bigger... and bigger. Until their roots are strong enough that they can relocate themselves where ever they want..

Aw, thank you! :D

Also, my only tips is to use references of the real deal. Because I myself also struggle with the Koopalings/Bowser and have to heavily reference in order to get them to look right 😭

Uhg, that’s frustrating as always. 

Report them if you can, comment that its stolen if you’d like, thanks for letting me know.

They are all Bowsers blood children in my AU. And they have no role in his army or anything like that.

My idea is that there is a hidden home/castle somewhere on Bowsers land that is guarded heavily by Blue shelled Para troopas. In this home is where his kids, Kamek and Kammy all reside. Where they are kept hidden and safe from anything or anyone that might try to harm them.

I don’t have any plans for them in this AU, although they do exist!

@fruitcakei​ 

XDDD Norton is trying to protect you from the angst-

@the-cosmic-stars​

I’m not familiar with any of the Mario Galaxy Power-ups.. But! Rosalina does exist in my AU! Although the story of her game does not take place. :(

I actually have some sketches in my folders of her that I should get around to drawing sometime.. 🤔

@aimless-aimz​

Daisy and Peach think the Boos are little pests. They cant actually really hurt anyone, but they love to sneak into their kingdoms and scare their civilians. Super annoying 🙄

As for if you’re not scared of them, they might be offended or upset. In which King Boo well.. he doesn’t like people makin his Boos upsetti spaghetti

@caronaro123

XD If you tried to hug them or befriend them, I imagine King Boo would be suspicious of you and keep you at arms length. Or just trap you in a painting-

I imagine the Toads know of the Mega mushrooms and can tell them apart from regular trees.. but I doubt they would have a way to move the wild ones since they don’t have Yoshi’s anymore. So they probably have a garden of Mega Mushrooms somewhere in the kingdom just waiting to be tested on.

Buuuuut, they were saving those for another day. Assuming just by size alone, that they weren’t safe to test within Kingdom grounds.

That’s when Mario and Luigi would stumble upon one in the woods without knowing what it is and.. I think you know the rest XD

@wadofgum​

Aw, thank you! Also yes! ✊ Another follower dragged into the Mario fandom by my works XDD

Some of the Boo might be offended to an extent. Like what, we’re not scary to you? Huh? Why aren't you scare of us??

But also some of them might be flustered or surprised. If someone came in and just gushed about how cool they were, they might be inclined to show off a bit. Maybe try to make even scarier faces to look cool.

All in all, I think they’d spare you, and let you leave the Mansion unharmed out of flattery.

hmmmmm not necessarily..

While yes he would have a fever, which would make them think this is just an illness.. 

Mario’s skin would also begin to burn and fry. Like a sunburn that keeps on burning and burning.. His hair would be singed and start falling out, he would light fire to anything he touches..

Yeah, I think they’d know <XD ...

@shinygazelle744​

Ah, unfortunately Mario only gets his Tanooki abilities when he consumes the Tanooki leaf Power-up. And the form he gets is 100% the animal form. He cannot change it to be anything else.

Without the Power-up in his system, he’s just good ol Mario :/ he doesn’t get the privilege of having just the tail and ears at any point XD

(And also, if you spelled it right- yes and no. The real world animal, Tanuki, is how you spelled it. But for some reason Nintendo spelt the Power-up as “Tanooki”??)

Either they throw so many fire/ice balls that they eventually just, use up all the flowers power..

Or, they take a huge blow of physical damage, and the fire/ice flower consumes all of its remaining energy trying to protect them from the hit.

Yeah, it was pretty rough. There were two whole days where Mario was too cold to really do anything other then sleep. And even after he warmed up.. he was too exhausted to move, so he just kept sleeping.

As for the toads.. I think Toadsworth would have been pretty upset at the scientists. And he would tell them that they needed to pace their research better as to not overwork Mario.

He also probably wanted to be present for more of the testing. To insure their hero’s were being given proper treatment. You know, he wanted them to be treated like hero's who were graciously offering their bodies for scientific study. Not guinea pigs.

@milk-powrit​

I don’t actually know anything about the paper Mario games.. and I didn't have intentions to bring any characters from the spin off games into the AU. Excluding well known spin off characters like Waluigi and Wario of course,

Basically, I don’t know anything about Mr L. And considering if from the paper Mario series.. he might not have a place in the AU..

I haven’t actually thought that part out yet. And I’m not sure I’ll ever find an explanation.. its as much of a mystery to me as it is to the characters I guess haha <XD ... 

@kirbyparadise​

Well thbnk you for sayinh kind things about me and my art which make me wanna make moraaaaa

@journey-of-aris

Aw! I’m so glad I inspired you! And these plush toys are awesome! Keep it up! :D

#my response #mario and luigi #super mario bros

[spinningwebsandtales]

The Shape Of You

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, mentions of murder, weapons, basically all the good stuff that comes in a Halloween movie.

Word Count: 5.1k

Pt. 2: here Pt. 3 here Pt. 4 here Pt. 5 here Pt. 6 here

(A/N:) I actually wasn’t going to post this as I had wrote it for me and a friend but after having so much fun and it turning out better than I possibly could imagine. I changed my mind. I’ve been a Halloween fan for years now and Michael has been my favorite slasher since I was a kid. I just grew up and found my interests leaning elsewhere. I don’t know. But this is the outcome of that! XD I’m still working on my last four Halloween imagines and hopefully I’ll have them done in time but for now to all you Michael fangirls I hope you enjoy this little piece that I had a blast writing! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Halloween once again had come upon the town of Haddonfield and while other people your age were planning to go out out for partying and drinking, you found yourself wanting to just enjoy time at home, alone. Life had been hectic here lately and while you absolutely loved Halloween, the thought of going out and doing normal things didn’t seem appealing. While typing away at the computer on your desk you planned a whole evening of all the things you wanted to do while staying indoors. Favorite scary movies, popcorn, and that leftover pasta from the famous Italian restaurant down the street you ordered last night. It all sounded like heavenly bliss before your atmosphere was shattered by someone taking a seat on the top of your desk.

“So I was thinking,” your intruder started and you rolled your eyes as you realized just who barged in on your happy thoughts.

“Hi Ian,” you replied. While you tried to get along with everyone in the office Ian was the one person who would never take no for an answer. Pushy and clingy he had tried so many times to get you to go out with him, though you weren’t interested in dating at the moment and told him so.

“Hi (Y/N). How about me and you go out for some drinks and Halloween treats?”

“No thanks,” you grinned warmly but gritted your teeth behind your lips. “I already have plans and I wasn’t wanting to go out tonight.”

“What? Scared of the Boogeyman are we,” he chuckled.

“As a matter of fact,” you paused grin never wavering though your hands were shaking a little over the keys of the computer, “I am. I had bad experiences when I was a child.”

Ian’s flirtatious smile faltered into one of sympathy. Now you were fighting hard to keep from slapping him. ‘Today is not the day to get fired.’ You repeated mentally. ‘Today is not the day to get fired.’

“I’m sure I can help you make better memories to overtake those bad ones,” he reached over to pat your head unknowingly how much danger he was putting his appendage in.

“While I really appreciate you,” your bright eyes could melt steel with the glare you were giving him, “I will just have to pass. This week has really been rough and there’s things around the house I need to take care of. I’m sure Julie would be more than happy to take my place. You two go out and have a good time for me. Have a nice evening Ian.” You didn’t leave any room for arguments as you packed up your belongings, shutting down the computer, and power walked out of the building. Once outside in the crisp autumn air did you finally sigh in relief. Children rushed down the sidewalk in their costumes chasing one another with gleeful screams. You grinned, happy to know that the memory of all those years ago were finally disappearing. While others had called the man that had brought terror on the quiet town a monster, you weren’t so sure. There was always two sides and no one was truly evil without something behind their reasoning.

Dodging kids while making your way to your car in the company parking lot, you felt a chill run down your spine. Not from the wind this time but like you were being watched. Glancing at your surroundings while you fumbled with your car keys and since you weren’t paying attention, the keys tumbled from the your hand hitting the ground. You bent down to pick them back up while cursing up a storm, you contemplated just walking home. It was such a nice day and the autumn breeze was calling your name. But after the feeling of being watched and seeing the person of your ire exit the front door of the office building, you hurriedly grabbed your keys before unlocking the door, buckling quickly, and speeding out of the parking lot. Ian tried chasing you down at the entrance but you just acted like you thought he was waving goodbye to you and left him in a cloud of exhaust.

 It wasn’t until you were in your driveway did you finally breathe a sigh of relief. Years ago when the murders had happened in Haddonfield, it had shaken up the whole town. You included, despite not knowing the teens at that time. You were a little older than them, but it didn’t matter it was scary to think of somebody, anybody really, losing their life in such a way. It had ruined Halloween for you, for a little while but now as the trauma was winding down you were enjoying it more and more. But that didn’t change the fact you didn’t feel like going out and you still wanted to punch Ian in the face for being an insensitive jerk. Groaning you planted your face into the steering wheel trying to calm yourself once more. Maybe tomorrow will be a good day to get fired. Who were you kidding though? You needed the job and you weren’t about to go back living with your parents who hovered over every detail of your life, especially about your dating life, or lack of one. Heaving another groan you grabbed your purse from the passenger seat and shut the car off. 

The sun was beginning to set and when you opened the car door your hair was tussled by a sudden frosty gust. Children giggled and screamed as they went through the neighborhood stopping door to door trick-or-treating. You forgot your fear for one moment and just relished in other’s festivities. Unlocking the front door you kicked off your shoes before dropping the bag right by the door. You would worry about picking up later, right now your leftovers were calling and there was supposed to be a really good movie on TV this evening.

The microwave whirled as you watched the screen from the kitchen not wanting to miss one part. As soon as the microwave beeped the channel started a commercial break, now you could hurry and finish getting your dinner ready before the movie came back on. Grabbing a soda, napkin, and silverware you hurried back to your couch before setting everything down. You ate in silence focusing on what was happening between the characters on screen, but halfway through the movie you were starting to get bored. It also didn’t help that you were getting antsy from sitting at a desk all day. Then you went back to thinking about Ian and how pushy he was today, which caused your blood pressure to begin to rise. Giving up, you grabbed a light jacket and slipped on some shoes, you felt like a walk would be the perfect remedy for your sudden energy spurt. Though as soon as you slipped out of the front door the channel you were watching suddenly interrupted the movie with a breaking news bulletin.

  “Haddonfield PD is urging residences to stay inside this evening as a mental patient has escaped Grove Sanitarium. The escapee is reported to be Michael Myers, the man who was behind the horrific murders that left this peaceful town in tatters at his evil deeds several years ago. Keep all doors and windows locked and for no reason should residents leave their homes. God protect us all. Stay safe and good evening.”

Once the reporter finished the TV stayed on a loop announcing the escape but it was too late you were already on the darkened streets.

You tightened your jacket closer to your body as you treaded across the sidewalk under the streetlights. You were slightly confused on where everyone was at. It wasn’t that late and it had you worried on what could have made everyone go home early. Though Halloween did fall in the middle of the week where children did have school in the morning and parents had to work. So you just chalked everything up to people needing to go home to prepare for their busy lives tomorrow. While you too had work in the morning you couldn’t bring yourself to go home just yet as you were enjoying your Halloween walk looking at all the carved pumpkins and decorations on your neighbor’s porches. You brushed hair from your eyes as you braved another chilling breeze. But the further you got from your house the more your senses were screaming for you to go back. It was just too quiet and everyone’s porch lights were off. Your breathing quickened and your body quivered uncontrollably, it was then you turned quickly and began to sprint back home.

 You weren’t far from your destination when you drove face first into something solid. Hitting the concrete hard and skinning the palm of your hands you rubbed your sore nose before looking up to whatever you ran into. A form stood before you the light causing the front of his body to be covered in slithering shadows.

“E-excuse me,” you stuttered trying to rise from the ground. He stepped closer wordlessly cocking his head to the side in curiousness. Your stomach dropped in terror while your heart leapt into your throat choking you as soon as the face was revealed to you. Where features of a human should be, a mask covered his entire head with pale plastic skin, tangled fake coffee brown hair, and cold blackened depths where eyes should be. He towered over you like a mountain of muscle covered by dark blue coveralls soaked in places with darkened spots of what you were hoping was fake blood, while a kitchen knife sticky with what looked to be blood glittered dangerously in the sickly orange glow of the overhead streetlight.

“M-michael,” you stammered scrambling backwards from the fearsome presence he radiated. Taking another step menacingly while cocking his head once more, you knew for sure you were face to face with the danger you had feared for so many years. You screamed trying to get up, though your fear weakened legs refused to budge any faster than a crawl. He had you in a grip immediately tugging your body towards his. You could feel the wet spots of blood soaking into your clothes before his dirty hand went over your mouth quieting your screams. While his vise like grip refused to budge he didn’t squeeze any tighter leaving you pressed up against him. Boots thudded behind you two as you sobbed quietly into the palm of his calloused hand.

“There he is,” voices shouted and you melted in relief, though despite the terror inside there was a voice deep down inside telling you not to be so frightened. You figured the voice you were hearing was due to others coming to your rescue, but honestly you weren’t so sure at the feeling of Michael’s hands. Michael turned towards the voices still holding you before him. Police officers from different agencies stood before you both ready to take action against the man who had petrified the small town.

  “Let her go Michael,” a officer spoke who you recognized to be the chief of police.

“Michael,” another man stepped forward from the shadows wearing a white coat. “You don’t want to hurt her Michael.”

You sobbed quietly, muffled by Michael’s hand still covering your mouth. Still he refused to release you despite their warnings. The chief was uttering something into the radio on his shoulder which caused your blood to freeze. “Take the shot,” he muttered and you screamed as Michael suddenly whirled around. Gunshots echoed through the pitch black night as your capturer grunted before stumbling. You looked to the officers in disbelief. They had shot at him while he was holding you. If Michael hadn’t turned suddenly, you surely would have been hit. Without a word Michael raced for his escape with you still in tow.

“Put me down,” you pleaded while being jostled around. “Please put me down.” Michael didn’t say a word continuing to run with you tightly in his grip.

He couldn’t explain why he brought you nor could he find any rhyme or reason within himself on why he was bringing you along. He didn’t escape to kidnap anybody, this was his night to take his revenge, against people who didn’t understand him and just labeled him as a horrific monster. He breathed heavily as blood poured from his wounds. Why he turned to keep you safe from the gunshots he couldn’t explain that either. All he knew at this moment he had to find some place to hide to regain his strength and staunch his bleeding. You were still being bounced around like a fruit being blended in a blender and it was beginning to make you a little sick. The feel of warm sticky blood was flowing out of Michael’s wounds into your clothes didn’t help either.

“You are going to bleed out at this rate if you don’t put me down,” you tried to get him to see reason but still he continued on. He made it into the darkened woods where your face was getting scratched up by branches and thorns alike while Michael still carried you like a suitcase, jolting you up and down. The moonlight showed the way to some extent but Michael must have better eyes than you as he navigated through all sorts of heavy brush easily. It wasn’t until a decrepit shed came into view. Wooden roof tiles circled the place, while broken shutters barely hung to shattered window frames, but it did look sturdy enough as Michael made it up to the front door where he finally dropped you and collapsed to the ground. Blood pooled from his wounds surrounding his heaving body. You looked around completely lost with no escape in sight, but as you looked down at the masked figure your heart broke. Something deep inside within him had protected you from shots that surely would have killed you. Your mother always did accuse you of having a bleeding heart no matter the person. You sighed giving into fate before grabbing one of his arms. He swiped with the knife barely missing your cheek causing you to stumble back and fall on your bottom for the second time that night.

“Easy,” you cooed like you were talking to a spooked horse. “I just want to help. I kinda owe you for taking those bullets for me.”

You couldn’t see them but you could feel his eyes piercing through you. You shivered at the weight of his stare before his head thudded back down in defeat. How you were going to get the hulking man through the door was beyond you, but nobody ever accused you of being a quitter. You grabbed his arm again, this time without him trying to cut you to pieces and drug him inside. Inside the dusty tattered furniture was way outdated and the bed was rickety but it would work. Though you knew for sure that you couldn’t get Michael up onto the bed by yourself.

“Think you could help me get you up on the bed where I can clean your wounds and get them wrapped up?”

He just stared at you again and you could of have sworn that you saw his eyebrow raise under the plastic of the mask. He grunted while sitting up, more blood pouring from the holes in his shoulder and side. You grimaced seeing the large stain, but with your help he was up and laid upon the dusty bed. You coughed trying to figure out how you could clean such wounds with a bare falling apart shack. You looked out the grimy windows spotting a hand pump well, you just hope it wasn’t dry. But water wasn’t going to keep infection away if you didn’t have any soap or medicines. Opening the cabinets there was a few rusty cans of food before you found an old box of bar soap. Opening it you found a brand new bar nestled inside though it was old and shriveled it was better than nothing. You grabbed an old chipped porcelain bowl to take to the pump. Before leaving you went back to the sprawled out Michael who’s chest was rising and falling slowly.

“I’m just going out to the well out back to get water, if it’ll work. I’m not running away I promise. I don’t even know where to go if I tried,” you assured before pausing to at least hear a grunt of acknowledgment.

 Michael laid there in silence no movement, nothing. You peered closer to see his eyes closed in the depths hidden by the mask. While he was still alive and breathing he had lost consciousness. You sighed. At least he waited until he was up on the bed, but lifting him up to take the top part of his clothes off was going to be a pain. You blushed slightly wondering on what his figure could possibly look like underneath. Shaking the thought from your head, you couldn’t deny that you were still curious but appalled by your thoughts.

Easing out the back towards the pump you prayed quietly hoping it would work. A few pumps and you could hear the pipes underneath gurgle and groan before muddy water spurted out from the spout. A few more pumps and the water began to run clear. You could have leapt for joy before you remembered the situation you were in. Rinsing the bowl as best as you could you filled it up with cool clear water. Taking a sip from the spout you went back inside. Michael still laid deathly still even when the door got away from you and slammed closed. You jumped sloshing a little water on the floor. You had to take a few moments to calm your heart and breathing before stepping towards the bedside and placing your supplies on the table that stood beside the bed. 

While there wasn’t any electricity you were grateful that whatever moon that shown in through the window was glowing right where you needed to work. But now you needed to find some cloth, one big enough to make cleaning rags and bandages. It was time to explore a little more, you just hoped your patient would hang on to life. Though he did seem really tough, he hauled you through the woods while bleeding profusely. A linen closet was next to the bathroom and fortunately whoever had owned this little shed left some sheets and a couple blankets. Taking one of the sheets in the middle of the stack you shook what little dust and debris stuck to the cloth. Now the hardest part, stripping your patient.

 You thought for a few seconds before deciding to start with the mask, it would be the easiest part. So carefully and gently you peeled the plastic that hid the face of the man who caused so much pain off. You sucked in a breath at the sight before you. Curly cinnamon brown hair framed a sharp chin and chiseled cheek bones. A scar ran across his right eye though you couldn’t tell how deep the damage went as his eyes stayed closed in his state of unconsciousness. Could he see out of it? And how did the scar make him more attractive? You shook your head violently, he was bleeding out and here you were drooling over his face. He’s a killer a murderer. Now that you could see the cuts needing cleaned on his face it was time to see the extent of the damage under the clothes he was wearing.

“Please be wearing underwear,” you moaned. You tried leaning over to tug one side off after you had unbuttoned his coveralls, but he was too heavy and it was hard for you to reach. So the only way you could see of getting the much needed angle to undress him you clamored on top and straddled his waist. You were so thankful he was out cold, cause you were beyond embarrassed anyway without him knowing the predicament you put both of yourselves in. If he knew, you would probably beg to be stabbed to end your misery. While you held his bare chest to your body you stripped him down, thankfully your prayers were once again answered as Michael was wearing underwear. But his body was so beat up and wounded you didn’t know where to even begin. The bullet wounds were definitely needing the most work so you tackled them first. Luckily for him the bullets had gone straight clean through. The officers must have been using round nose bullets and they left little damage compared to other types of bullets. Michael also got away with no broken bones from said bullets. So all they needed was for you to stop the bleeding and clean them profusely. Despite the holes in his shoulder and waist you found no more gunshot wounds. 

After cleaning them well with soap and water you wrapped them tightly in the makeshift bandages before going back outside to pour the dirty water out of the bowl and replace it with fresh. Now with clean water you went back to work cleaning the lesser wounds that marred his chest, abs, arms, nose, and cheek. You stroked his hair once you were done before the adrenaline that had rushed through your veins hours before disappeared and you collapsed on the floor. Without the rush your body was freezing and you didn’t know if you could get back up. So without getting up to grab the extra blankets down the little hallway you fainted from exhaustion.

Night creatures stalked the depths of darkness surrounding the shed, smelling fresh blood on the wind. You were still passed out cold when Michael raised stiffly from the bed he was laid upon. He looked around the room testing sore muscles that he didn’t think could get sore. His gaping wounds tugged causing blood to mar his bandages. He glanced around the small room to find you laying on the cold wooden floor, shivering viciously at the dropping temperatures of October. He looked at you tilting his head like a curious dog. Though something felt off, he felt his face finding his mask gone. A rage gripped him knowing that you had removed his one thing that he needed so critically. But quickly that rage eased as he begin to think of all that you had done to protect and care for him. He slowly got up careful not to wake you as he went to the same linen closet you had found the things to bind his wounds. He grabbed another sheet and one of the blankets. You didn’t even budge as he draped the blankets over you, but your shivering did calm a little. He stared, completely in awe of you and the type of person you could possibly be that would take care of someone like him.

 Minutes passed as he watched you sleep, still enraptured just by you before he went back to lay down. He looked at you once more before going back to scoop you up and place you on the bed that he had been occupying not too long ago. He watched a little longer silently curious before slipping in next to you. The threadbare blankets couldn’t do enough to battle the cool autumn air as he used his remaining body heat to keep you warm.

Morning rays of sunlight slipped through where the moon had been waking you from your slumber. Your eyes creaked open before panic gripped you. The unfamiliar place frightening you before the memories of last night rushed back in causing panic to turn into full fledged fear. You couldn’t see Michael at first before you spotted him sitting close. He was sitting in a chair backwards his coveralls back on and the mask he wore the majority of the time haphazardly placed on the top of his head. Some of his bandages had loosened a little and you sighed.

“Good morning,” you asked more than said. Once more no answer as he tilted his head once more.

You sighed trying to get your stiff body out of the worn out bed, “Can you say anything?”

He just stared harder causing you to a suck in a breath at the sight of his eyes. A deep brown like a pool of warm melted milk chocolate stared deep into yours while a sightless icy blue eye set in his right socket chilled you to the bone. Though while others my find the difference scary you couldn’t help but think how gorgeous the mismatched eyes were. Before you realized you were leaning over into his face to get a better look causing him to lean back as far as he could without falling from the wooden kitchen chair.

“Sorry,” you apologized sheepishly backing up. He sat back upright curiosity blazing in the brown depths of his one good eye.

“You have really pretty eyes,” you complimented. He pulled his mask down but you saw the blush that dusted his cheeks that he was trying to hide. He raised up abruptly causing you to stumble. You just knew you were going to fall again for the third time in so many hours but he moved quicker grasping your arm and righting you back. Before you could enjoy the contact any further he released you before going towards the door.

“Hey! Where are you going,” you asked suddenly panicked at the thought that he would abandon you here alone. Of course once again he didn’t speak vocally. He pointed to the mouth of his mask indicating food and now it was your turn to blush.

“Oh, okay,” you spoke as your stomach grumbled to the thought of food. Michael left leaving you alone in a creepy abandoned shed with nothing to do. So you just sat back down on the chair he had just deserted to count the seconds that went by until he came back. You had just counted to 1,800 seconds when Michael finally returned. He had two rabbits in tow danging from his large hands. You didn’t know how he had caught them and you didn’t really care as your hunger was now ravaging. Without a word between you he dropped a rabbit, still warm, in your hands before removing his mask so he could eat. Without cleaning or cooking his bounty, Michael ripped meat from the carcass, blood spraying his chin and dripping onto his clothes and bandages.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t eat it like that,” you screeched taking the rabbit from him. “You’ll get sick!”

The glare that he pierced you with could have frozen the toughest man on Earth as you took away his meal.

“I’ll cook it and it’ll be much better,” you reasoned backing away out of reach before he decided he rather eat you instead. “I do need you to clean them though while I build a fire and get water to cook them in.” You went to work unable to take being stared at anymore. Michael quietly went to work doing what you said. Though he rather prefer his breakfast raw and bloody, he would take in consideration on what you wanted. With the sun shining down while you built a fire and poured water into the rusty pot you found and cleaned Michael returned with the rabbits, now skinned and gutted.

“Thank you,” you smiled taking them and placing them into the boiling water. Between the fire and the sun you were beginning to warm up from the jeans and jacket you were wearing. Stripping the top layer of your clothes to your tank top underneath you tied them around your waist as you stirred the contents in the pot.

“What I wouldn’t give for some salt,” you sighed while dreaming of spices and vegetables. Lost in thought you jolted from them as a shadow loomed over you.

  “Yes,” you asked Michael as he towered above you. The anger before gone as he looked at your body. Wrapping your arms around yourself you tried to shrink in upon yourself. His hand reached out scratched and stained, making you flinch. Once more his answer was to tilt his head causing you to ease up a little. He reached again his eyes a raging storm within. You looked at your arms and your chest seeing blossoming bruises. Michael’s rough grip from last night came back to mind, no wonder you felt so stiff. Was it possible that the man everyone feared was feeling some sort of guilt for hurting you?

“I’ll be okay,” you said. “It’s just bruises.”

  You turned away unable to take the unyielding depths of his eyes. Before too long your breakfast was done. You spooned hot broth and meat into chipped and cracked bowls. You sat next to Michael on the porch of the shed enjoying the scenery while sipping at the meager stew. While you refused to look you could still feel the stare of Michael on your body. He had never felt this way before about somebody. Sure he had killed, maimed, and ruined lives but your life was something he cared about. He knew it from the moment that he had saw you when you ran into him. He knew it when he saw you dash across the parking lot trying to get away from the coworker you despised. 

He gripped the bowl his food was in tightly causing the glass to groan before shattering in his hand spraying him with hot broth and shards of glass to stick in his palm. You jumped up before setting your food down to inspect the damage. He leaned in close breathing in your scent as you picked at tiny shards embedded in his tough skin. He fought to keep from touching you, but it was beginning to feel like a losing battle. You also were beginning to wonder if you wanted him to touch you or not. You were so confused and so was he.

 Where could this possibly go and what would happen if it became something you never thought it would be? Only time could tell as you spent time with him and to see the man underneath the accusations, the mask he hides behind, and the reasons why he did what he did. Only you could unravel it from him and he was willing to let you try. He just had to do things that he wasn’t used to and you were going to have to open yourself in a way that you never had before. New things were emerging and you both weren’t sure where it was going. But now as Michael reached out wondering what one touch could do, you found yourself leaning in. Was this the start? Would something bloom? Who could really know as he reached closer and closer. Only you and Michael could uncover that in time.

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Vignettes On Deck

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Thirty-Seven

A JSE Fanfic

This one is a bit shorter than usual because I've been pretty busy this week. And because it's mostly a transition chapter XD We're just continuing to travel down the river. The news from Chase's dream has spurred the Phantoms to move quickly. Chase and the kids spend some time together as the boat continues on. He also spends time with his other friends who he hasn't seen. Meanwhile, Henrik continues with his internal struggle, and decides to open up to Chase and Jameson. And yeah, it's a lot of little scenes like that. Enjoy :)

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Hearing that the King was personally searching for the Phantoms put everyone on alert. Even though it was the middle of the night when Chase told Jackie and the others, they proceeded to wake up more of the crew to let them know. Not everyone, only a handful of the more essential crew members—Vsevna included, who immediately started ordering the crew around, doing everything they could to speed up the boat.

Chase found he couldn’t go back to sleep after the draísling, and instead paced around the deck, nervously glancing back down the river. He only slowed down once morning dawned and everyone else started waking up. As people started coming up from the hold, he went below, hoping that their activity hadn’t woken the kids up. Quentin was still completely out, but Amabel was stirring a bit. “Dad?” she mumbled.

“Shh, you can go back to sleep, Amy,” he said, reaching out and gently moving her hair from her eyes. “You had a long day yesterday. You need some rest.”

“Hmm.” Amabel blinked sleepily. “These beds rock back and forth.”

“They do.” Chase smiled. “They’re called hammocks, remember? Do you like them?”

“Mm-hmm.” Amabel slowly closed her eyes, pulling her blanket back over her head in the hopes of blocking out light and sound.

“I’ll be back soon,” Chase whispered. Then he headed topside again.

There was a big meeting happening on deck, with everyone gathered around the mast. A lot of the Phantoms looked visibly tired, having also been awake all night. “—we were planning on maybe making camp tomorrow night, but clearly that’s not an option with the King on our tail,” Jackie was saying, pacing back and forth. “We need to keep moving.”

Will we be able to lose him once we get to the ocean? Jameson asked, looking nervous.

“Vsevna?” Henrik asked, looking at him.

Vsevna nodded slowly. “It is not guarantee, but if we sail farther out to sea, so we cannot be seen from the coast, he will have a harder time finding us. And I do not think that even the King would be able to find a ship to pursue us.”

“Speaking of finding a ship, do you think that the King is following us down the river or on land?” Marvin asked. “I didn’t see any boats in Suilthair for him to use.”

“That is true,” Henrik agreed. “He may be stuck on land. So we would...” He trailed off suddenly, eyes tracking something in the distance. Chase turned to look, but saw nothing of interest on the riverbank. Did he see a bird or something? The rest of the Phantoms shifted awkwardly, and Vsevna leaned over and tapped Henrik on his shoulder. Henrik snapped to attention. “A-ah, what?”

Is everything alright, Henrik? Jameson asked.

“Alright, alright!” Henrik said quickly. “Ah, what was I saying?”

“The King might be stuck on land,” Jackie prompted.

“Yes! Ah, the King may be stuck on land, so we would be able to outpace him easily.”

Marvin nodded slowly. “True, but... this spirit has strange, powerful magic. We shouldn’t rely too much on him being slow.”

One of the crew members raised their hand for attention. “Royals do not travel alone,” she said. “Will he not have a guard with him? Will that not slow him down as well?”

“It will, but...” Marvin shook his head. “He has strange magic.” He repeated the same thing, at a loss for a better description.

“Marvin, Jameson,” Chase said. “Do you remember that huge magic doorway we saw back in Miryfern? The King was probably behind that, right?”

Marvin nodded. Slow at first, then faster. “He most likely was. Meaning he’ll be able to cut down the distance tremendously if he does that.”

Jackie looked back and forth between Marvin and Chase. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, uh...” Chase blinked. “We saw a whole group of warriors go through a doorway that was... as wide as half this ship is long. It appeared when lightning struck the ground.”

“If the King can conjure a doorway that large, from halfway across the kingdom...” Henrik trailed off again, though this time it seemed less because of distraction and more because he was thinking about the implications.

The Phantoms all looked grim upon hearing that. Jackie glanced around at their dour expressions and stood up straight. “Nothing is untouchable,” he said. “Even something as powerful as this. We know this spirit’s weakness. It is only a shadow of a thing, possessing our true King, relying on him for shape and form. If we can expel it from his body, all its power will be for nothing!”

“And you know this for sure?” one of the crew asked.

Jackie nodded firmly. “If it couldn’t be overpowered by expulsion, it wouldn’t be afraid of us finding out its true nature. Because if we know its true nature, we know it is a thing to be expelled. We only need to figure out how. And I have no doubt that the answer to that question lies in the Wyldwood. The first King of Glasúil and the Elders themselves are supporting us. Would they do that if the cause was hopeless?”

The Phantoms nodded and muttered agreements. The ones who looked to be from outside the kingdom seemed reassured by the confidence of those who’d been born and raised here. Chase also nodded, trying to seem as confident as the other Phantoms. But internally, he was squirming with nerves. This all relied on him. On him getting to the Wyldwood, getting through it, learning something that King Samuel wanted to share, and using it to defeat the spirit inside the King. Was he really up to all that? He couldn’t help but feel like he’ll let everyone down...

“But of course, we have to get to the Wyldwood quickly,” Jackie said.

“He’s right!” Vsevna nodded. “Talinir, check the wind for today! We have to make good time.”

The crew immediately scattered, heading to various stations around the boat. The more space between them and the King, the better.

Chase walked up to Vsevna. “Anything I can do to help?”

Jameson turned around and nodded. Yes, even though we just arrived, we’d love to lend a hand.

Vsevna chuckled. “You are still injured Chase, I would not make you work.”

“I feel better,” Chase said defensively. “The wound barely hurts.” 

“You also did not get much sleep last night, and you have little ones to look after,” Vsevna insisted. “But, ah, Jameson, is it? If you would like to help, I am sure I could show you how to work the ropes and sails.”

Henrik leaned over and shoved Vsevna with his shoulder. “If you make either of them work after they went through so much in Suilthair, I am ending this.”

“Oh come, sova, I know you would not do that!”

“Hmmm, do you?” Henrik raised an eyebrow.

Vsevna laughed. “Alright, I see what you mean. Treat your friends right, and all that. Do not worry, Henrik. I won’t ask anything of them. Now, if you do not mind, it is my shift for the helm.” He smiled, and Henrik’s face turned red, and then he turned and left.

Chase and Jameson stared at Henrik. 

“What?” Henrik said.

“Sooooo...” Chase gestured vaguely in Vsevna’s direction. “You two are... hmm?” He grinned.

He’s quite handsome, congratulations, Jameson said approvingly.

Henrik rolled his eyes. “Y-you two better not do this too. Jackie and Marvin have been teasing me enough this whole voyage. I am tired of hearing it, of hearing so many things, so many things, so many, i-it is pushing me to the cliff, to hear so much, in my ears, in my ears, I would like to stop hearing so many things, so many, so—” He abruptly stopped, eyes going wide. Then he cleared his throat. “Ah... nevermind that.”

Chase blinked. “Um...” That rambling clearly became less about Jackie and Marvin teasing Henrik and more about... something else. “Everything... okay with you?”

“Fine!” Henrik suddenly turned and hurried off, disappearing into the boat’s cabin.

Jameson and Chase stared after him. Then they looked at each other. You’ve known him longer than me, has he ever done something like that? Jameson asked.

“No, never.” Chase shook his head. “I... think things are... not fine with him. But, uh... it’d be rude to pry, wouldn’t it?”

Jameson nodded. If this gets worse, we may have to.

“Yea.” Chase sighed. “Well... want to find the food stores with me? I should get breakfast for Amabel and Quentin.”

The rest of the day passed without much incident. Chase tried to help out around the boat, but all the crew members insisted he rest so his injury could heal. And honestly? The wound in his back did make it hard to move around. It didn’t hurt as much as it did yesterday, but the area around it was stiff and felt warm. He ended up lying down in the hold for most of the afternoon. Not in his hammock, but in a bedroll under the ground. It was more comfortable to lie on his stomach with his injury, and the curve of the hammock made that difficult.

Amabel and Quentin ended up spending most of the time with him. The novelty of being on a boat must have worn off. Or maybe they were worried about him? That would be sort of sweet, if that was the case. And it would explain why they were taking turns telling him stories, the way he would tell them. The stories weren’t perfect, to be honest. Quentin had a habit of trailing off and scrambling to figure out what was going to happen next, and Amabel would get distracted with describing the people and places in the story, and they both kept butting into each other’s tellings and insisting that “the story doesn’t go that way!” But it was nice, and Chase appreciated it.

Around evening, Chase went topside again for a bit, taking some food from the stores for a quick dinner. Jackie was sparring with some of the other Phantoms—including Jameson, to Chase’s surprise. He wandered over to watch. “Wanted to continue your training?” he asked Jameson.

Jameson looked back at him. He nodded, and slowly set down the knife he was holding on the deck, standing up straight to speak. I figured that now we had access to weapons, I should start practicing with them.

“Yes, and first lesson of practicing with weapons: don’t put them on the ground,” Jackie said.

Where else should I put it? I need to speak.

“Tuck it into your belt!”

Jameson looked down at his belt. Without a sheathe?

“A single knife isn’t going to slice through your shirt and trousers on its own while you’re just walking around.” Jackie bent down and scooped up the knife. “And you’re not clumsy enough to fall and land on it. But someone could easily trip over it while it’s on the ground.”

Jameson nodded slowly. He took the knife and tucked it into his belt. Like that?

“Hmm. Good enough for a quick minute spent talking.” Jackie nodded. He looked at Chase. “Want to join us? It’s pretty challenging, sparring while on a boat. It’s easier than on the ship, though.”

Chase laughed drily. “Um, no, I’ll sit it out. Do you think it’s possible to shoot arrows while on a boat, though?”

“Hmm... you’d know more about that than me.” Jackie shrugged. “I think the pitching of the deck would make it hard, but not impossible. We didn’t bring any targets, but you might be able to set up some sort of... target-like thing on a mast or the wall of the cabin.”

But you’re still injured, Chase, remember? Jameson said.

“Yea, I know. I wasn’t planning on actually shooting, I was just cur—”

A shout broke through the air. The cabin door burst open and Henrik stumbled out, looking pale. Vsevna immediately ran over to him, and Marvin was soon behind, getting up from where he was sitting in the corner of the deck.

“Wh-what?” Chase blinked. He looked at Jackie and Jameson. They both looked worried... but in different ways. Jameson’s worry reflected his own, a sharp, nervous feeling. Jackie’s was more dull, in some way. While he and Jameson were feeling a worry closer to fear, Jackie’s was more on the edge of simple concern. “Um... Jackie? What’s going on with Henrik? I-is everything okay?”

“...tell me what ‘okay’ means to you,” Jackie said slowly.

That implied that he is NOT alright, Jameson said, his face drawn.

“Well, ah, it’s not—not what you two think.” Jackie sighed. “I... shouldn’t share Henrik’s business. 

“It’s not... because of Vsevna, is it?” Chase narrowed his eyes at the other man. He knew that Henrik cared for him, but if he was doing anything to hurt him—

“No no no!” Jackie said hurriedly. “Ah, well, he is related to it, I guess? But, uh, Henrik didn’t shout because of him just now.” He sighed. “This probably doesn’t make you any less worried, does it?”

Not at all, Jameson said, and Chase nodded in agreement.

“I’ll... try to convince Schneep to tell you on his own,” Jackie said. “For now... you really need to work on your grip on your knife, Jameson.”

Jameson looked down at the knife in his belt. What do you mean?

“You’re holding it too tight! Hard to use a weapon that you’re holding too tight.”

“He’s right,” Chase agreed.

Jameson sighed. It just feels so dangerous. Chase, what if you taught me how to use a bow, instead?

Chase raised an eyebrow. “Because... you think that is less dangerous?”

Well, I feel like I won’t be able to hurt myself as easily, at least.

“Say that again after your bowstring snaps against your arm. Also, we were just talking about the difficulty of shooting while on a boat.”

“And you’re still injured,” Jackie added, looking at Chase.

“Yes, that, too, but I could probably teach without using my own bow,” Chase explained. “And in any case, Jameson, I’m not allowing you to use archery as a way to get out of work.”

Jameson sighed. That’s fair. Alright, Jackie, tell me how to hold a knife without gripping it too tight.

Jackie nodded and continued instructing Jameson in how to use a knife. Chase settled down to eat and watch. And yet, his eyes kept being drawn to Henrik...

“You are really sure, sova?” Vsevna asked. “You all feel alright?”

“I-I am sure, thank you.” Henrik tried not to let his voice shake.

“Well, ah, we do have medicine stores if you are feeling under,” Vsevna said. “Remember?”

Henrik nodded. “I-I am not sick. I am just—f-feeling on edge. Probably because of the news that Chase told us, the news about the King. That is all. I am sure things will be fine once I... calm down. A little.”

Vsevna nodded slowly. Behind him, Marvin was staring right at Henrik, eyes shooting arrows into his soul. Henrik could guess what he was thinking. Something about how he was making excuses. “Let me know if there is something I can do, yes?” Vsevna said, oblivious to the look Marvin was giving.

“I will,” Henrik breathed. “I promise.”

“Thank you.” Vsevna smiled. “I will go check around the boat, see how things are running. See you later.” And with that, he turned and left.

Marvin immediately stepped forward to fill in the space he’d left. “What really happened?” he whispered.

Henrik sighed. He’d told Vsevna that he thought he’d seen someone on the bank following them, but that it had just been a trick of his mind. “It... was not actually a lie... not really,” he mumbled. “Just... it was not a warrior I thought I saw, but some... s-something else, that—that suddenly jumped into the cabin when I stared at it too long through the window...” He shuddered.

“You saw something?” Marvin inhaled sharply. “You haven’t seen something in a while. Not since... how old were you? We’d started sneaking around, but not quite gathered a following.”

“T-twenty-three or twenty-four, I think.” Henrik takes a deep breath. “It has been... a while.”

“And how long will it be until you can make some more medicine?”

Henrik didn’t answer right away. “In the worst series of events? U-until autumn. And unfortunately, the worst events are also the most likely.”

Marvin inhaled sharply. “Do you think the symptoms will get worse?”

“I-I hope not. I think in the past, this level is the worst they have reached. And I at least have the mind soother to help with some of them.”

Marvin glanced over at Vsevna. He lowered his voice further. “Do you think you can hide this from him for two whole seasons?”

“I-if he goes out to sea, I will not have to worry,” Henrik mumbled.

“If he leaves you to go sailing while you are clearly suffering in some way, then you should reconsider your courtship,” Marvin said bluntly. “Look, I cannot make you tell Vsevna about your false world curse. But... if you are going to be living with the symptoms for two seasons at least, you should think about telling others.”

Henrik blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Well, everyone noticed you running out of your room and shouting,” Marvin pointed out. “You don’t have to tell all the Phantoms, of course. But... well, Chase doesn’t know. Jameson doesn’t know. And they’re the types to be worried about you.”

“O-oh, I was planning on telling the two of them, actually,” Henrik said. “Sometime on the voyage.”

Marvin raised an eyebrow. “And you’re fine with telling them, but not Vsevna?”

“Well I am not—I do not—” Henrik stopped, struggling to put his feelings into words. “I... could live with... the two of them looking at me differently. Though I doubt they would.”

“Feels like less risk, you mean?” Marvin asked.

“Yes, exactly.”

“Hmm.” Marvin paused. “Well... it’s up to you. Like I said, I can’t make you tell anyone about your struggles. But if you ask me, it seems far riskier to have to keep making explanations to Vsevna. The longer this goes on, the more likely he is to figure out the truth on his own.”

“...maybe,” Henrik breathed. He shook his head. “I-I am going to... to try and rest. I have not been sleeping well lately.”

“...alright, Henrik.” Marvin nodded. “Get some rest, then.”

Draco trotted over and rubbed against Henrik’s legs. Chuckling, Henrik bent down to pet him. He couldn’t help but feel the little cat was giving him support in his own way. “I will. And... I will think about things.” He stood up straight and returned to the cabin.

Marvin was right. He knew he was. Vsevna was pretty good with people; it was a necessary skill for being a captain of a crew. He was smart enough to figure this out eventually. But... he still froze up thinking about telling him.

Maybe he could practice by telling Chase and Jameson first. Pretend that he was telling Vsevna at the same time. That might help.

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Around sunset, the boat arrived at a small dock, where the Phantoms went about switching boats. This ship-like model wouldn’t do well in the shallow water of the Moors; it had to be exchanged for that same flatbed boat they’d used to get down here in the first place. They quickly switched their cargo over, paid off the guys they’d borrowed this river boat from, and then journeyed into the Moors, gradually heading towards the coast.

Marvin pulled Chase and Jameson aside for a moment during the boat switch. “This time of year, bugs are starting to appear in the Moors,” he explained. “It won’t be as bad as it will be in the summer, but you should still wear some bug-repelling paste, to prevent them from biting you. We have a lot in storage.”

Chase then went on to share this with his kids. “Do we really need this?” Amabel asked, holding the small jar with the paste. She put her fingers in, and they came off covered in a thin layer of greenish medicine. She gagged. “I don’t want this on my skin!”

Quentin leaned over and wrinkled his nose. “It smells bad.”

“No protests, you two,” Chase said firmly. “Some bug bites can make you sick. And even if they don’t, they’ll be really itchy. You have to put this on. The oil feeling will fade after a while, and you’ll get used to the smell.”

The kids groaned, but let Chase help them rub the paste onto their skin. Luckily, they seemed to be quickly distracted by their surroundings, as they both stood at the wall around the boat and stared out at the Moors. This environment was so different from anything the two of them had ever seen. The trees had strange drooping branches, and there was water everywhere, not to mention very different animal sounds. Drawn-out bird calls and the croaking of frogs. And as it got darker, little glowing bugs started to appear, drifting through the air. “Oh! Dad! What are these?!” Quentin held a hand up into the air.

“I-I don’t know, Quen,” Chase said, looking around at the glowing bugs with wide eyes.

“Are they pixies?” Quentin asked.

Chase chuckled. “No, they look like normal insects. Hopefully these aren’t the ones that bite.”

Jameson was also awestruck by the glowing insects. He held out a hand as well, a bit slower and more gently than Quentin did, and a bug flew over and landed on his finger. He stared, causing it to fly away. Amazing, he said.

Jackie wandered over. “Aren’t they?” He smiled excitedly as he looked around. “Marvin’s spent some time in the Moors. He says these are called fireflies, and they’re perfectly harmless. Friendly, even!”

“Oh good!” Chase said excitedly.

Quentin immediately started trying to catch the fireflies, cupping his hands together. He moved too fast, though, and the bugs scattered, easily dodging his hands. Amabel laughed. “Here, Quen, you gotta go slow so you don’t scare them. See?” She showed him, reaching out as well.

Even though it was late, Chase didn’t have the heart to tell them to go to sleep. Not for a while, at least. Not while they were having so much fun. But soon, he had to get them to settle down. There was no room below deck for people to sleep in the hold, not while the boat was this wide and flat, so all of the Phantoms laid out bedrolls from storage and slept beneath the stars. Chase had trouble falling asleep right away. His wound had started to ache on and off. But after a while, he drifted off.

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Unfortunately, sleeping under the stars also meant sleeping under the sun. While the branches of nearby trees blocked out some of the early-morning light, Chase still woke up with sunbeams in his eyes. Well. Might as well get up and start the day.

Despite the difference in boats, the day passed much the same as yesterday. The kids remained enthralled by the surrounding Moors. Amabel kept asking nearby Phantoms the names of different plants she saw around the edge of the river. Jackie and Jameson continued to spar, as well as several other Phantoms. Chase stayed in his bedroll most of the time, pushed up to the edge of the boat so that he wouldn’t get in the way of the others. Marvin tried to help out where he could, but the crew had things pretty much covered, so he ended up playing with Draco, teasing him with a length of string.

Though the Phantoms continued to be on alert, there was no sign that anyone was following them. The day passed without incident.

Or at least, without outside incident. Because Chase couldn’t help but notice that Henrik was acting... nervous. His eyes were constantly darting around, like he was expecting something to jump out. Or... expecting it even more than the rest of them were. He seemed to get distracted easily, and Chase heard him muttering to himself a couple times. Once, he saw him standing in the middle of the deck, eyes glazed and distant. Chase started to get up to approach him, but Marvin got there first, gently shaking Henrik for attention. Henrik snapped out of it, and quickly hurried to the side so he wouldn’t be in the way.

Was... he okay? Had something happened while the other three were busy traveling and trapped in Suilthair? Chase wanted to ask him, but he didn’t want to pry...

Slowly, the land of the Moors began to fall apart, turning more into small islands held together with tree roots than a single, continuous land. And then Chase saw it. The land in the distance faded away, leaving only a vast expanse of water. In the evening light, it looked almost black, like an endless well of ink. Chase can’t help but stare. “Holy flames...” He whispered.

The boat reached a small, muddy island, the last bit of land before the endless expanse of dark water, and pulled ashore. There were rowboats already on the island, other Phantoms waiting for them with masks pulled on. In the distance, Chase could see a looming shape on the water, with a few orange specks of light atop it—that must be a ship. Chase had never seen one in person, but he remembered seeing illustrations of them in art, and its shadowy form matched up with those depictions. Even from this distance, it was so much bigger than he expected.

“That is the Serpent’s Wake.” Henrik walked up next to Chase. “It is impressive, yes?”

“Yes.” Chase nodded. “Very impressive. And Vsevna... owns it? Do captains own their ships?”

“Usually. And yes, in Vsevna’s case.” Henrik smiled softly. “He has told me the story many times before. He was a regular crew member on the ship, but grew close with the last captain. And one day, he had to guide the crew through a storm while the captain and other officers were sick. And that impressed the captain so much that he decided to give Vsevna the ship once he retired.”

“Oh? That’s interesting.” Chase nodded. “And he’s told you that story many times, hm?”

“Almost every time we have seen each other in person, it has come up.”

“You never get tired of it?”

“Of course not. I could listen to him talk for a long time.”

Chase chuckled. “Really, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, I know your tone.” Henrik rolled his eyes, but he still looked at Chase fondly. “At least you are more subtle about it than Jackie and Marvin.” Then his expression shifted to something more serious. “Chase, can I... speak to you and Jameson about something?”

Chase’s attention suddenly sharpened. “Of course. I’ll go get him.”

As many of the Phantoms began unloading the cargo—Jackie and Marvin included, as Jackie helped move stores of weapons and Marvin used his magic to move some boxes by levitating them through the air—Henrik, Chase, and Jameson all gathered on the island, a bit away from the others. “I... I-I am sure you two have noticed,” Henrik said slowly, “that I am a bit... on edge, since you have seen me again.”

Jameson and Chase exchanged looks. We didn’t want to pry, Jameson said.

Henrik chuckled. “Well... I would not mind if you did.” The serious expression returned. “The truth is... I have ran out of my medicine. Or, ah, I suppose it is more accurate to say that I lost it while on the way to our new camp.”

“Your medicine?” Chase glanced down at Henrik’s belt. He didn’t notice it until now, but there was no flask hanging from it. Huh. He was so used to it dangling there that he’d just assumed it was in place.

“M-my medicine is for... for my mind,” Henrik said, fumbling over his words. “I-I have a false world curse.”

Chase inhaled sharply. “Oh.”

Jameson’s eyes also widened. And you lost your medicine for that? How long ago?

“A-a while...” Henrik said slowly.

“I’m not, uh... too familiar with false world curses,” Chase said slowly. “I only know that it makes you see and hear things that aren’t real. Is that what you’ve been going through?”

“Among other things,” Henrik mumbled. “There are more symptoms. I untether a lot, but I found that taking a mind soother elixir helps with that.”

“I’m... sorry, Henrik,” Chase said. “That must be terrible. Confusing and, uh... upsetting.” He shook his head. “I-I’m sorry, I’m not very good with comforting.”

“You are doing alright,” Henrik said.

Thank you for telling us, Jameson said. We were very worried about you. And this is also concerning to hear, that you don’t have your medicine to help, but at least we now know. Is there anything we can do? Do you... need something specific?

Henrik gave him a small smile. “Patience is enough. I-I can handle the symptoms on my own.”

“That doesn’t mean you should handle them on your own, though,” Chase said. “If there’s anything we can do to make this easier for you, we’d do it happily.”

“Ah. Th-thank you.” Henrik laughed, and looked down at his hands, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. “Jackie said the same thing when he and Marvin first found out. The symptoms showed up while we were all friends, before we made the Masked Phantoms. Marvin actually brought up the idea at first, and I went to a doctor to get a check, a-and when it was confirmed, I went back and shared with them... s-sorry, I do not mean to ramble.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chase said. He put a hand on Henrik’s shoulder. “I just... I-I want to be clear that we’re there for you.”

Jameson nodded. Whatever you need.

Henrik was quiet for a moment. He nodded slowly. “Ah... th-thank you.”

“What do we do when you’re experiencing symptoms?” Chase asked. “Do you want us to... try and get you out of it?”

“Yes, as long as you are gentle about it,” Henrik said. “Try not to be too physical. Though you can move me around if I am untethering, I do not mind. Jackie had to guide me around sometimes while we were journeying to the new camp. And, ah, if I do not respond, do not persist. I will always come out of it on my own eventually.”

Jameson nodded. That is good to know. Please let us know if we do something wrong. We don’t want to hurt you.

“Is this okay to talk about around other people?” Chase asked.

Henrik hesitated. “Not... Do not announce it, but... We can talk about it.”

Jameson tilted his head to the side. Do you mind me asking how many other people know?

“A-ah, a lot of the higher-up Phantoms do, but... nobody on this ship.”

Chase raised an eyebrow. “Not even Vsevna? I thought you two had gotten close while me and Jameson were stuck in the city.”

Henrik froze. “I-I... Marvin and Jackie are telling me I should tell him, but... I-I am... afraid.”

Why? Jameson asked. You have good judgment, you would not fall for someone who harbors ill feelings towards curses. Henrik laughed, but Jameson continued. Is there some cultural difference here? Do you not speak about curses so much in Alterde or whatever kingdom Vsevna is from?

“Vsevna is from Leylodka, it is not a kingdom, it has a different system to rule the nation,” Henrik explained. “And... well... I will admit, my home kingdom is not... as kind to those with symptoms. B-but I have never heard such things about Leylodka. No, it is not a problem in that way, it is... I-I am just afraid.”

Jameson nodded slowly. Afraid to ruin something now that you’ve finally got it.

Henrik blinked. “Y-yes, that may be it.”

“Well, I think Vsevna would be kind about it,” Chase said. “I haven’t known him for that long, but he definitely seems... loud and excitable, but also... a good person. And you can’t be afraid forever when it comes to love. You need to act eventually. My children wouldn’t exist if Stacia and I hadn’t taken the jump to get married, even though it scared me to ask her. I was afraid she would deny the offer, and that our relationship wouldn’t be the same after that. But she said yes. And now, here we are.”

“Everyone keeps telling me the same thing,” Henrik muttered. “But... I am not sure how to do it.”

We still have two more days to travel before reaching the new camp, right? Jameson said. We can all give you advice on how to approach this.

“I think what you did just now with us worked just fine,” Chase said.

“Hah... even so, I-I would appreciate... the advice, as Jameson said.” Henrik smiled gently. “Now... we should help the others move the cargo into the rowboats. It will take a few trips for everything to reach the ship, and we do not want to go too long into the night.”

“Right, right.” Chase nodded. “Let’s do that.”

Soon, they were rowing across the waves of the ocean, the boat bucking beneath them. Amabel and Quentin kept wanting to lean over the side to touch the spray from the water, but Chase kept pulling them back. He didn’t want them to fall into the ocean. The Serpent’s Wake was even bigger up close, which the kids were very interested in. Chase was in awe as well. But he shook it off to focus on climbing up the ladder. The kids stayed in the boat, getting pulled up with it as the crew members attached wenched it aboard.

“Welcome to my ship!” Vsevna said cheerfully, grinning back at Chase and Jameson as they looked around at the deck. “Now—” He turned back to the crew. “We make way immediately!”

“Aye, captain!” Many of the crew shouted, immediately scattering off to various stations.

Henrik walked over to Vsevna. “Ah... I-I am feeling tired,” he said awkwardly. “Do you mind if I... use your cabin?”

Vsevna looked down at him and nodded. “Of course, sova. Do not worry about it. You have really been tired a lot recently. Is everything really alright?”

Henrik hesitated. Then nodded. “Yes. More or less.” He coughed. “I-I will see you later?”

“Yes. Good night, Henrik.”

“Good night.”

Chase watched Henrik walk away, feeling a vague sense of worry. But... he could handle himself. Chase looked over at the kids, who were staring up into the sails. “Um... let’s find some place to settle down for the night, Amy, Quen,” he said. 

“Okay, Dad,” Amabel said. She grabbed Quentin’s hand. “We’ll follow you.”

Chase smiled softly. “Stay close.”

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jacksepticeye au #chase brody #jameson jackson #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #dr schneeplestein #brigid writes fanfiction #fantasymasksau

[naffeclipse]

Naff. Naff! Naff!

First of all I need you to understand the sheer willpower it took to be a responsible adult and read college stuff first before diving into this chapter. A GOOD amount of willpower. It was the right decision as I would have kept zoning out thinking about this chapter because Oh. My God.

So starting from the top!

Ahhh! The little motions of Moon so tentatively trying to get some contact, but so afraid of being rejected like it has been happening killed me right from the start. Just that... that silent request. Now that they agreed to tell the truth they had hope that it would be accepted but still, it only goes to show how much it was affecting them. That distance was really hurting them.

It really felt like they were all breathing a little easier at the start. Y/n obviously needed the distraction, but them talking about Vanessa and how they really thought that Sun and Moon would like her was such a warm moment. Because they say before them, she's the only person they are close to! After all the anguish of the last chapters, it really seems like it would be the most wonderful thing to have those important to them all in one room and getting along!

Too bad the hunter had those hopes of everything being alright snatched immediately.

Seeing Vanessa's stuff was so intriguing! The candy wrappers caught my attention because I kept wondering if they were used as bait to lure the children, or if it was a nod to the tapes in security breach because if I remeber correctly 'Vanny' liked candy a lot, while Vanessa preferred not to eat it.

And oh my gosh the book!!! I'd totally forgotten with all that was happening recently, and we finally got a look at that missing page! No wonder the boys were worried, because it was a pretty suspicious similarity, although they might have been fine at the start. Who knows if after the rake incident y/n would have connected the dots, looking at them closely, though.

And oooooooh, all the evidence of the children in the vehicle. The toys, and the blood. Blood on so many things and some long dried. What a nightmare for Vanessa, who we know has had more lucid moments in all of this.

But what was the most chilling to me was the dark fliud soaking the bed. Like, until now, we have seen only trickles from the animatronic vessel. The most we have seen I think was when the body of the guy possessed by Shoh was found, and that was only dribbles from his face. It just makes me imagine how horrifying this must have been for Vanessa. The demon must have let her sleep in order to keep its vessel healthy enough to keep using. But that means she had to sleep in that. Keep adding to it every night? We know the liquid presents itself with strong emotions (or as leftover of possessions). Does this mean it happened the most after kills? Could she feel the demon's delight in what it did while she literally had to cry those emotions out??? Just oooough! ;o;

But continuing with the tour of Vanessa's home! Omg, Henry's book!! Ahhh, that's so cool! And like, if it wasn't for the current circumstances, it feels like something y/n would have loved to have found way before due to their curiosity about cryptids. I was so curious and the description of Chica gave me so many thoughts! Henry seems to be really interested in this type of demonic cryptids! The fact that he has interacted succesfully with them and everything is so so cool! (Makes me wonder what the possible existence of Charlie in this could be! Was she his child and then was attacked by the demon that now posseses Vanessa and then her fate drove Henry to investigate the demonic entities? Or maybe Marionette is a cryptid of their own hmmmm? Maybe she doesn't exist XD)

But I digress! I like that Henry is so objective about the demons. Making it clear that they follow their own rules but their ways can be seen as a type of kindness! And then we have the description of the boys and oh my gosh wasn't that the last piece of the puzzle? And the boys knew it. Moon's feeble attempts at making them stop reading made that clear, because they wanted to explain themselves, but like this it will not happen in the way they planned. But the book in a way is a good introduction, because it doesn't paint them as complete monsters, but considers their tentative good side. A good side supported by children even!

(sidenote: I find it so significant it described the boys as the ones that cared the least about adults. I'm sure in the future it might make y/n feel special XD)

But ooooh, when the book just kept slapping them with evidence that sounded way too familiar and then it was undeniable! The flash of red they literally saw at the start of this episode, before going to meet Lambert! And I absolutely loved how you put the same description of "pale unblinking glow" that the book had into the narration a couple of lines later when they turn around to see them. Really see them. It's such a powerful line to indicate that finally the connection has been made. No more denial. Time to face the music.

(and oh goshhh the detail of their heart picking up in panic and the boys immediately smiling desperately!! )

And THEN! Shoh appears! And decides to throw them off a cliff! Hunter was already on the verge of panic and now there is a second demon. (Remembering the ask you answered that said Lambert would assume he wouldn't survive if he knew for sure there were two demons. Such a neat detail that Y/n made the same assumption!)

And ahhhhh!! When they somehow survive such a fall, and then Moon is grabbed and y/n cries out for him! Because they might just have had the worst revelation of their life, but damn it that care is not just gonna evaporate!

And yes, hi, can I just say I knew it!!! >:D Shoh totally lost her tongue! And I'm so glad it was y/n who took it! I was so expecting it to be the boys that would grab it and rip it out, but it was the hunter in the end and I find that they totally deserved the credit for that particular blow!

(sidenote: as the battle went on and the boys joined in, I just had to wonder why them in particular trigger their fear so badly. I know the knowledge that Shoh is a demon affected them, but it seems the effect of just the boys presence has been paralyzing so far while when facing Shoh Could it be that physically the shadowy look and the glowing eyes just look too similar to the first demon they encountered? Hmmmm)

And then oooooh boy, Shoh took revenge for her tongue kgfdhgjk, just straight up tore that arm! Ouuuch, poor boys! Too bad for her that was not enough because they sure did finish her! If I remember correctly there was mention that they tore into her chest, so I can't help but wonder if the fact that they were wounded so seriously made them instinctively go for the place where a heart would be even if they already knew she didn't have one!

(sidenote 3: Naff, I'm praising you so much for your action scenes! The pace in this one was just impeccable and it was so impressive the way you divided the attention between the fight and the internal turmoil of the hunter! That's not easy to do but I was immersed from start to finish!)

But talking about turmoil! Ahhh, I was just waiting for the moment they would snap. And I just gotta say! The doppelganger's impression of what Sun and Moon would see when the truth came out now seems mild in comparison kfsdjkjfg And I mean, completely justified! The hunter has been stretched too thin for far too long now, and now the demon that just tore apart another demon in front of them started reacing for them? No wonder they would have a full blown panic attack when seeing there was nowhere to run!

Ahhh and then the boys trying to help them calm down! With how fast their heart was beating, I wonder if they worried somwhat that y/n's heart would give out if they didn't calm down soon enough.

Oh, I gotta say how nicely the next scene is sort of opposite to the main secret of the fic. The denial of any signs of the hunter's dear friend being anything more than an animatronic vs the denial of a demon not about to tear them apart despite the evidence of their protection after they admitted to what they are. But ahhh they are really looking now, and I like that even exhausted as they are, they really are thinking about everything now.

(sidenote I lost count: They KISS THE SCAR!! Ahhhhh!! Just the- the contrast!!! The fact that the injury was made in the most malicious of ways by an awful being, only for Eclipse to come and use their mouth not as an attack but as a sign of affection and to show they really do mean it that they would never hurt them)

Ahhh, and the fact that y/n also has that "it's them" moment! Because it is! Suddenly their friend doesn't seem like a lie after all and that's a whole spectrum of confusing emotions but. They can look in the demon's eyes and see them.

(sidenote: hehe, the "you wish to write this down" made me smile. Even through all the terror, it's so them to want to study and know more)

God, I also love so much how they're still so unsure and having a constant back and forth from oh, yeah they're my friend after all, and oh god this is a demon and if they wanted they could kill me, but then again they haven't but- but DEMON. The line of it being pointless to run? Ooooh, I kinda want to know what the boys would think of that particular thought, because on one hand it's an objective fact. On the other, it's a clear sign that y/n does still very much feel like potential prey. Like they really don't have much choice here and are kinda resigned about this all. I guess in a way they have reason to be wary of y/n having their weapons. If they decided they suddenly wanted to use them, attempting to stop them would make this a lot more unpleasant for everyone and they probably would be in trouble if after a fight like that they were hit with any of the weapons. But also! They shouldn't be surprised they were screaming. XD Lots of the screaming poor y/n did they didn't even hear because they were swallowing it all dlkghjk

Oh, and finally! I wanted to comment on some of the symbolism sprinkled in this final part! Just! Like the fall and the destruction of the airstream, matching so well how the metaphorical rug was just pulled under their feet. How both physically and knowledge wise, everything they knew was destroyed. Oh, and the blue and red bandages to cover the wounds! To signify that the boys will help them heal from new and old wounds!! And related to this how after feeling that they've been sinking in panic and drowning in fear, they are offered one animatronic hand and one demonic hand to get out of the gully! And they take it! They might not be sure how to feel about them yet, but for now they can at least come to accept that the demon and the one they knew as an animatronic are one and the same, and they are choosing to let them help to get them out of this dark pit they have found themselves in!

I am so extremely excited for what's to come, Naff, you have no idea! I'm keeping my eye open for that possible conversation about the hunter they killed and how the future dynamic will go! It seems they will be fighting for a while with y/n's instincts and their fear for them, not to mention the matter of the whole heart eating deal! While they know this is what they are, I can see y/n not being ok at all with innocent people being considered alternatives for food when there are no rulebreakers around (because even the rulebreakers deserving it will probably be hard to convince them of. I feel like the hunter is gonna be staring at their moral compass for a good while to try and find their north here).

But kjfgdhkhjgsdf it's 4 am now so I gotta go pass out now XD (If you find anything that sounds a bit weird sorry about that, brain is more wired to speaking spanish than english at this hour XD)

Outstanding chapter! You knocked it out of the park with this reveal! 1000 000/10 Also you are the Sonic the Hedgehog of writers with how fast you have been posting these kjhdfghj

Amazing work as always!! <3

ALSDFJASFD AHHH CHATOIK I have been drinking in this comment since you first sent it and I adore every last word ♥

Charlie is a part of this AU! I haven't considered the Marionette but now that you mention it, I see her being much like the boys in terms of being child-friendly but very terrifying to adults hehe

OH! I'm so glad you noticed that little tidbit because yes, the boys tore into her chest out of instinct—that's what they know to attack and are used to doing so, and regardless of a demonic cryptid lacking a heart, it will still do a great deal of damage!

The boys could sense how erratic and rapid Y/N's heart was and that scared them the most. It was even worst than when they were enduring a night terror so the boys truly feared literally scaring Y/N to death!

If the boys knew that Y/N thought it was pointless to run, they would be so crestfallen and want to do more to reassure them that they're safe. There's no need to run even if what Y/N said is true.

Lots of screaming is a good summary of Part 3 LOL Y/N can have a little scream of frustration, as a treat (it's the opposite of a treat to Eclipse.)

Oh ho, I am very excited about that conversation of Eclipse eating rule-breakers and non-rulebreakers alike as well, and this time, there's no thirst for blood to distract Y/N from the reality of it :)

Awww, thank you so much for reading and commenting, babe! ♥

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