#Figure 738

[peachy-wolfhard]

Dating Leo II

a/n: I wanted to add more after I posted part one so here it is Bone Apple Teeth, I love leo sm so its LONG

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Warnings: swearing, grandchildren mention (splinter is gonna splinter), illness mention, insomnia, mentions of slapping leos bald head

Word count: 738 -woof

Insomnia gang

This turtle physically cannot sleep

When you don't spend the night he is CONSTANTLY texting you everything that comes to mind

“y/n…why is pizza a circle?” “idk lee can i come over :3” “yeth pls HURRY IM DYING HERE WITHOUT U”

Lying in his bed, cuddling, matching eyemasks ON, fan ON

Even with all of that, nothing works

The nights that the both of you are actually able to sleep he has a grasp on you

Holds you so close to him all the time, you guys are joined at the hip

Everyone besides Mikey and Splinter thinks you guys are gross

“You can't even say their names apart now it's ALWAYS Leo and y/n. You can't separate them they will DIE without each other”

“Calm down Mikey please you're scaring Shelldon”

Splinter is…well Splinter. He stays in your guys' relationship, with how dramatic you guys are he doesn't need his soaps

He loves to show you baby pictures of the boys esp the ones of Leo

((cough cough he definitely mentions grandchildren like the old man he is))

Bites all the time like anytime anywhere

Making breakfast peacefully listening to music- CHOMP

Getting ready for work- CHOMP

Dr. Delicate Touch has to intervene

Play fights with you in slow-motion

(slow motion voice) “yyy/nnn iiiimm goooinggg tooo kick your aaaasssss”

(also slow motion voice) “im gooonnnaaa kick yours firrrst”

HAND! HOLDING!

Initially, it started as a way to keep Leo from running off when exploring places, but then it turned into a regular thing

“My love, light of my life, future spouse eHEM!”

“What Leo”

“WHERE’S YOUR HAND I AM GOING TO DIE WITHOUT YOUR HAND IN MINE!! I ALREADY FEEL WEAK PLEASE I AM SUFFERING”

Absolute drama queen and don't get me started when he’s sick

Picture those old paintings of the sick children in bed, he’s that but dialed up to eleven

All he wants is cuddles and daytime television and don't you DARE come in between him and his Maury

Giving him medicine is surprisingly easy maybe it’s because he’s so out of it or maybe he’s just in love he’d let you do anything to him

But if you’re ever sick he does the exact same for you

If you fight medicine (just like me fr) he’s NOT afraid to use those ninja moves to get you to take your meds

Loves it when you read to him no matter what you are reading

Manga? Sign him up! Horror book? Let's get spooky! Sad book? I'll get the tissues! He just loves to hear your voice especially if you do different voices for the characters but not overly comedic voices, he’s here for the story!

Falls asleep listening to your voice with his head on your lap 99% of the time

Going to the Hidden City for date nights and getting up to absolute mischief

(having to then call Raph to come get you guys because you pissed someone off and just kicked their butt)

Speaking of the Hidden City! During their break in the Hidden City (when everyone gets arrested) you join Leo at the spa

After he gets kicked out he BEGS you to go to the creepy spa across the street with him

“Sorry sweetheart I too am in DIRE need of some relaxation plus it’s not often I’m in an exclusive club”

The moment he shows up with that gorgeous hair you’re suspicious

Texts you a selfie of his new hair with the creepy ass background

“Whatcha think? Even more handsome than normal? ;)” “go back to being bald i miss slapping ur bald head :(“

Anyway when he starts “sleepwalking” your immediate reaction is “Maybe it's the wig” but quickly forget all about it due to relaxation

“Um… yyyy/nnnn could you please help me out with one teeny tiny situation…? Please?”

Now you and Leo are on the case!

“Ooo lala finally some privacy ;)”

“Don't touch me until you’re bald AND we figure this out”

“Pwetty pwease? JUST ONE!”

“Fine, ONE kiss”

After the evil hair reveal and fighting with your boyfriend’s hair he's finally bald again

Leo explains the massage guy’s deal but it falls on deaf ears

“Hey, who’s that guy?” “He'sthe non-member we kicked out earlier!”

“I bet he and that human are the thieves. Call the cops”

After a quick stay in jail, you’re now peacefully back home

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #rise leo #rise leo x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo x reader #masterlist

[sebastianwallows]

It's Okay

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary - Request from anon for "Could I request Reader x Sebastian fluff? Reader has depression and Sebastian cuddle them please"

Word Count - 738

Warnings - mentions of depression, mental illness, and symptoms

Sebastian hadn't seen you in the dining hall for the second morning in a row. Yesterday he'd noticed you surface afterwards, but he knew it wasn't like you.

When he noticed you were missing once again he went on a hunt for you. He disillusioned himself into your common room behind a group of first years and continued to sneak into the girls dorms. It wasn't his first time in your room, so he knew where to go, but it was his first time feeling so worried about you.

He groaned inwardly as the door creaked open, but when he saw your bed was the only one occupied he relaxed and showed himself. You didn't even spare a glance his direction to notice that was him. The only thing he could make out was your form under a pile of blankets.

It made him smile a little bit to himself as he walked around and took a seat at the edge of your bed. He peeked through the blankets at you used to hide your face and your eyes popped open at the sudden light being let in.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Are you not someone who likes breakfast anymore?" You allowed him to free your head from the covers and his smile dropped at the circles under your eyes.

"Is something going on? This isn't like you?"

You avoided his gaze, not sure how to talk to him about your depression. It was barely something you knew to be appropriate in the muggle world, let alone here. You knew Sebastian was always upbeat and joking around, you didn't want to burden him.

"I'm just, not feeling too well." He placed a cool hand on your forehead, then your cheeks.

"Do you need help to the hospital wing? I can carry you there if I have to." The determination on his face to get you out of the bed made you smile.

You decided to sit up, leaning yourself up against his shoulder.

"No, Sebastian. I don't think they can really help me."

He pulled you close, propping his chin on the top of your head, "Well, yesterday I know you were acting like everything was fine, but I could tell it wasn't. I know it isn't my business, but I need to be sure you're alright."

His sentiment made you tear up a little bit. No one had really been there for you before in moments like this and you felt stupid for thinking he wouldn't be.

You slung your arms around his waist and clung to him tightly, "I'm just really sad. I don't know why. I've had this - this melancholia for a while, but there's nothing to be done about it. And it's not like this all of the time, so what's the point in making it everyone's business."

He sighed against you, shifting his position to cradle your form in his lap and look down at you.

"I always want you to tell me. I would never lock you up like I've heard the muggles do. Who would bail me out of trouble if I did that?" He attempted to be light-hearted about it while letting you know that he cared.

You stared up at him in awe, wondering why anyone would want to put up with you when you were so miserable, but you watched him soften his expression as he spoke.

"I can't say I completely understand, but I know how much I hate being sad. So, if this is anything like that, except you're just stuck because you can't figure out how to be happy, I want to do anything I can for you.

"If you just need me to sit in silence or if you want me to go and prank Ominis, I'll stick beside you until you can be happy again, okay?"

You reached up to hold his face in your hand, thumbing over his jawline.

"I don't deserve you, Sebastian Sallow."

At that he gave a hearty laugh, "That's something I think might get you thrown behind some bars if anyone heard you say that."

He slid you off his lap gently, kicking off his shoes, "Now make some room and I'll stay with you until you have class."

He climbed back into bed as you opened up your layers of blankets to him. He spread his robes out to wrap around you, pulling you snuggly against his warm chest.

#Sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy x mc

[artifacts-archive]

Head of Maize God

Maya, Late Classic, 715 CE

This figure once ornamented the upper façade of a temple at Copan. Built by the city’s thirteenth ruler, Waxaklajun Ub’ah K’awil (who reigned 695-738), the temple embodied the generative aspects of the world. A chamber inside it was the symbolic center of the Maya cosmos. Around it, the exterior of the building was decorated with masks of the earth monster, representing the animated earth. At the top of the temple, maize figures sprouted out of the animated earth, possibly symbolizing the result of rituals performed within, and promising fertility, productivity, and abundance to the city’s population.

#artifact #Maya #Mexico #pre columbian #sculpture #volcanic tuff

[cerastes]

Man, Invitation To Wine is, much like certain parts of Who Is Real?, very Wuxia, but way WAY more Wuxia. 

Ok, first of all, I need to explain a little something: Wuxia and telenovelas are literally the same thing, except latinos like love triangles and figuring out who the baby’s true father is more than sick kung fu, which, as a latino myself, I’ll take the L for, I think China’s on the right here, hence why I watched Wuxia practically every day when I was a teen. But essentially, if you put aside that specific difference, Wuxia and telenovelas are the same damn thing: “We have underlying drama, everyone’s connected, and there’s twist after twist”.

And Invitation To Wine is quite damn literally that and I love it. The synopsis to it has you thinking “oh boy, Ling is gonna do some crazy shit...!” but then the event is Mr. Lee coming across like three different Wuxia movies, concluding in him being dragged in the middle of a deathmatch involving a retired swordsman and a pole-fighter consumed by revenge, Mr. Nothing (a Wuxia protag from another story altogether) practically getting in a fistfight with an earth-bending cop, and Miss Du trying to make her dad (the retired swordsman) fail at a job, but only a little, ALL the while the lord of the area, a taciturn man and good friend of Mr. Lee, courts another high-ranking court member in the most ancient of manners as they flirt with all the enthusiasm of teen with a Red Bull addiction yet all the initiative of a bear hibernating, so they sit there, smoldering in the most polite sexual tension possible, ALL THE WHILE Miss Ning, the high-ranking official, realizes something is up so she hires an Australian bounty hunter to steal from him to help him, which is as Wuxia as it fucking gets (sans the Australian bit, they hire Korean mercs instead). It gets SO WUXIA at one point that Dusk steps in and just puts them in timeout for like five days (painting time) because she’s more of a telenovela person I guess.

Mr. Lee was supposed to deliver one damn cup and instead ends up in the middle of a Venn Diagram of three different Wuxias, and the moment he gets SOME breathing space thanks to Dusk’s Spell Of Stop Fucking Fighting, the damn cup turns out to be cursed and takes over his body, but ONLY in the dream realm, and then they play Go (known as Weiqi in China), and Lee fucking sucks at it, and loses so bad he wins, so the evil god in the cup loses, and when he comes back to the realm of the living, the Wuxia (triple) sort of resolved itself, but THEN the super evil dragon god awakens, but not really, so they beat it, but not really, and then Ling is like “hey what’s up man” and Nian is like “hey man we gotta do something about that” and Ling is like “really?” and Nian is like “yeah” and Ling is like “fuck, man, you make a great point, let’s do this shit” and THEN some old dude shows up and he’s the Oldest and Dudest so the sisters actually listen to him, and what does he have to say? “Nian, I need a civil engineer so work I’m gonna commission you” and she’s like “shit alright man” oh btw he casually mentions there’s some dude that’s 738 years old fighting superdemons in the north of Yan? But that’s irrelevant, anyways, Nian is a civil engineer now.

So in the end, Mr. Lee, like Luigi, wins by doing nothing (the action, not the dude). He didn’t even fight once. He’s one of the damn 6 stars in the banners! We know he’s got hands! And he was involved in three Wuxias and one god-possession at the same time and didn’t even show off a single move! What a legend.

What I’m trying to say is that Invitation To Wine is the golden standard of writing.

#arknights #lee #ling #nian #dusk #I fucking love this game man

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#thesims3 #sims3 #ts3cc #s3cc #4to3 #s4tos3 #flirtyghoul #misc

[simpknight]

Movie night (Twisted Wonderland Housewardens x gn!reader)

You invited him to watch a horror movie together

Relationships:  Riddle x gn!reader /  Leona x gn!reader/  Azul x gn!reader / Kalim x gn!reader /  Vil x gn!reader / Idia x gn!reader / Malleus x gn!reader

Rating: Gen

Words:  738

Warnings: None

Note: A bunch of headcanons of the Housewardens. They can be read both as romantic or platonic (except Idia's)

Riddle

– He accepted your invitation out of politeness but the truth is he is not fond of horror movies.

– He is tense most of the time, specially before the scary part happens. Holding his hand may soothe him a little.

– Sometimes after a jump scare you’ll hear him squeak.

– Riddle will want to hide his face by leaning on your shoulder, but will stop himself before actually doing it not wanting to embarrass himself.

– He is relieved when the movie ends; if it wasn’t for your company he wouldn’t make it to the end.

Leona

–You expected him to fall asleep during the movie yet you wouldn’t imagine him doing it only 5 minutes after the movie started.

– At least he wasn’t snoring.

–You got a bit bored after a while so you started looking at your phone to distract yourself.

– Because you weren’t paying attention at the screen you were startled when you heard a character scream.

– Your first instinct was to grab the nearest thing you had, which in this case was Leona’s arm.

 Azul

– Normally he would be in a bad mood after being woken up so suddenly, but he found your reaction so amusing he decided to tease you for the next couple of minutes.

–Just like Riddle, he does not like horror movies.

- He will pretend to be calm but you can tell he is nervous just by paying attention to his body language.

– He is the type to close his eyes when something spooky happens.

– If he is too afraid he will excuse himself for a moment and wait until the scene ends. (Don’t you dare to tell that to Floyd and Jade or he won’t hear the end of it.)

 Kalim

– Will make sure you compensate him for the psychological damage choose another movie genre next time.

– “You can hold on to me if things get too scary.” When those words left your mouth you weren’t expecting Kalim to hold you during almost the whole movie.

– Not that you were complaining.

– Whenever he gets scared his grip around you tightens. He will also cover his face by leaning on you.

– After that he will laugh, thinking he may have overreacted. 

– He likes to talk during the movie but if you want to enjoy it without his comments he will try to keep quiet.

Vil

– He invites you to Scarabia for the next movie night.

– You weren’t sure if he would like to watch this kind of movie with you, so you were happy to see him accept your invitation.

– You had a hard time figuring out which movie to pick because you didn’t know what could match Vil’s tastes.

– It all pays off in the end, it may be not his favorite genre but you choose a movie he likes.

– Still what Vil enjoys the most is not the movie but your company.

- Vil will comment about the movie from time to time, pointing out anything he finds interesting about it.

 Idia

– He doesn’t get scared easily but if you do he’ll pull you closer to him.

– You have to rewind the movie a couple of times because you two can’t stop talking about it, especially Idia.

– The movie was 2 hours long but somehow you spend 3 and a half hour watching it.

– But hey, at least you can have an exciting conversation with Idia, which doesn’t happen every day.

– He usually has difficulties talking with you, partly because of his obvious crush, but he was having so much fun he could forget about it for a while.

– At one point during the movie you two get scared by an unexpected jump scare and ended up clinging on to each other.

 Malleus

– Idia’s brain almost short-circuits as he quickly moves away. He needs to leave the room until he has calm down a bit.

– He doesn’t quite understand why would you enjoy watching something that is supposed to scare you but he joins you anyway since he normally doesn’t get invited to this kind of things.

– You explained that sometimes people enjoy getting scared.

– He couldn’t really get your point since he feared few things (one of them being Lilia). Still he was glad you were having a good time.

– In the end Malleus finds the movie to be actually funny. Is it really supposed to be terrifying?

– He asks you to invite him again sometime to spend time together.

#reader insert #gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader

[the-fandom-abyss]

Support

Brooke Davis x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 738 words

Rachel Cantina the name on the top of everyone's tongue. The new girl knew how to cause a stir, first it was Nathan, then it was Lucas and then she finally landed on you. She caught wind that you were different, that your taste in romantic partners were opposite to hers. This is what she used to fuel her fire, she teased and tormented you every chance she got. If it wasn't in the hallways, it was in class. If it wasn't in physical education, it was when you were watching cheer practice. She was quick and efficient, there was never any witnesses. That is why Brooke wasn't made aware until she found you crying right before her practice.

"Y/N what's wrong?" Her hand instinctively wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to her. Worry settled into her emotions as this was not a common occurrence for you to cry. This must have been building and that's what worried her the most. Even though it was too late, you tried to wipe the tears from your cheeks and force a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

"I'm okay" not even the tone of your voice was convincing. Brooke had seen and there was no way to sweep this under the rug. She wouldn't leave you until she figured out what pushed you to this state. The look she gave was enough to make you sigh, a few more tears slipping down your cheek.

"Someone on the squad is giving me a hard time" Brooke's anger began to burn, one of her girls is terrorising you and she knows exactly who it is. The whirlwind named -

"Rachel" she seethed, this was the last straw. She will show that girl her place and she better stay in it or else.

"How did you know?" When your eyes reached hers, she could see the pain swirl within them. This boiled her anger to breaking point, her disagreements with Rachel mixed with yours, was too much to contain.

"She's the only bitch on the team"

"That's not true"

"Hey! I'd like to think I'm doing better!" The small giggle from you was enough to calm Brooke down, even if that was only for the moment. She pulled you into a tight hug, showing that she supports you, wholeheartedly. When she let go, you could see the determination on her face and you knew there was no stopping her now. She held your hand in hers and led you into the gymnasium. With confidence, she marched towards Rachel who was entertaining the squad with gossip. The contrast between her gentle tap on Rachel's shoulder and the storm brewing inside, was phenomenal. Rachel turned around without a clue on what to expect from the captain.

"I don't know what your problem is, but I will kick you off this team, if you can't be a decent human being" This was Brooke's version of being calm, only those that knew her understood how close to the edge she was.

"Please don't tell me this is about her" Rachel gestured towards you, who happened to be standing behind Brooke.

"It has everything to do with her" Brooke took a step forward, invading Rachel's personal space. Rachel was ready for the challenge, her next words were chosen carefully for the reaction she wanted.

"I didn't know you were one of them"

"One of them?"

"Yeah, you know, dykes, lesbos, boy wannabes" Rachel looked around the room, hoping to see someone in agreement with her. When she noticed that no one could hold eye contact with her, was when she realised she was out numbered.

"That's it" Before Rachel could fully turn her head to face Brooke, her fist collided with her cheek. Gasps vibrated off the walls of the gymnasium, while Rachel tried to collect herself. "You are off the squad and I don't want you coming anywhere near Y/N again. If you do, I'll bruise your other eye" Brooke fiercely grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the gym. You looked back over your shoulder to see Rachel clutching at her throbbing face. The girls that once stood by her, collected their things and followed in Brooke's footsteps. You couldn't help the way your heart skipped at the sight of the squad on your side. You finally felt like you belonged for the first time since meeting Rachel and it felt good.

#brooke davis #oth #one tree hill #Brooke Davis imagine #Brooke davis x reader #oth imagine #oth x reader #one tree hill imagine #one tree hill x reader

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (35)

part 35 of ?? | 738 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

It’s the first Hellfire session with the Byers family officially back from California, and the older club members are still in town long enough for a big one-shot.

35.

“Alright, I’m checking,” Steve announces, turning the Beemer’s engine off and frowning at the front door of the new Hopper-Byers residence. It should have opened at least five minutes ago. He tries not to let his nerves show as he hops out of the car. . . . Luckily, Dustin and Lucas are too caught up in a debate about their upcoming game to notice how late they’re running.

It’s the first Hellfire session with the Byers family officially back from California, and the older club members are still in town long enough for a big one-shot. Nancy got roped into driving Mike and Max—which is a terrifying combination, Steve might bake her something as a consolation later. They're probably all at the house by now, but for some reason Will and El are running late.

Steve reaches the front door and rings the bell, tapping his foot against the brick walkway. He doesn’t have to wait long before El opens the door with her bag already slung over one shoulder. 

“Will has decided that he’s not coming,” she says solemnly. 

Jonathan comes up behind her, looking harried. “Sorry, I've been trying to talk to him. He was looking forward to it the other day, I thought, but. . . .”

“Want me to try?” Steve offers. He doesn’t actually expect Jonathan to take him up on it, but can’t help but jump at both the chance to be useful and to . . . well, stall. The sooner he gets back to the house, the sooner he has to contend with the fact that only the younger members of the club want him around.

To his surprise, Jonathan nods and even looks a little relieved. “Couldn’t hurt. I’ll keep an eye on the rest.”

A minute later, Steve knocks on Will’s door and says, “Hey man, it’s Steve. You in there?”

There’s a few beats of silence, and then a small, tired “Yeah” from inside. 

He waits another few seconds, then figures that’s as much of an invitation as he’s going to get and opens the door. 

After another ten minutes, Steve hustles Will out of the house towards the car. El is already in, Jonathan standing by her open door saying something across her to Lucas. 

“Will gets shotgun,” Steve calls as they approach. He catches Dustin’s indignant reaction in the front passenger seat, rolls his eyes, and makes a you’re outta there gesture accompanied by blowing a raspberry. “Move it or walk there, Roast Beef, we don’t have all day!”

Jonathan gives his brother a clap on the shoulder as he zips around the Beemer, then shoots Steve an impressed look. “How’d you get him out of his room?”

Sighing, Steve runs a hand through his hair. “He was worried about fitting in with the other players, so I told him he could make me a character and get me as up to speed as possible on how to dungeon some dragons or whatever during the drive over.”

Both of Jonathan’s eyebrows disappear behind his fringe. “Wow. Uh. . . . Godspeed, I guess.”

Steve gives him a tight smile back. “Yeah, I’m about to lose ten hours of my life to some weird and complicated nerd math. But hey, El and Max are new to this too, so it can’t be that bad, right?”

It’s going to be that bad. It’s going to be extremely bad, because the older kids hate his guts and Steve has no illusions about getting any special beginner’s treatment from Eddie. But he’s already agreed to throw himself on that sword so Will can have some fun getting back into this nerdy-ass game that he loves so much.

He thinks back to the look on Will’s face when he offered—and maybe he should stop offering things, but it was worth it to see Will light up at the show of solidarity. After the kid’s mumbled, “The last time I played with Mike and Lucas it wasn’t even. . . . They didn’t even want to play, but then they joined Hellfire as soon as I moved away,” Steve would have done anything to lift that lonely devastation off his shoulders. He knows it all too well himself, and Will’s never done anything to deserve that shit.

Well, mission accomplished. 

(He’s not even touching Will’s tentative questions about him living with Eddie, and if it means anything, right now. Let alone his stumbling, painfully honest answers.)

It’s going to be a very, very long day.

#steddie blackmail fic #steve harrington #eleven hopper #jonathan byers #will byers #bisexual steve harrington #gay will byers #steddie #steddie fic #my fanfic #steve 'it's totally not weird that i'm living with a guy i have a huge painful crush on it's NOT' harrington

[asukamood]

First (Second) Meeting

***

Don’t you just hate it when your lover’s boss kills said lover and replaces them with one of their copies and gaslights you into thinking that copy is still your lover?

Well, that is the kind of situation Kolour and Nightmare are in.

***

Warnings: Violence, murder, blood, strangulation, mentions of vague injuries, Nightmare

Synopsis: “Killer,” he perked up at his name being called, a smile forced onto his lips. He straightened up at Nightmare’s approach, waiting for him to arrive at his level.

Soon enough, Nightmare’s imposing figure came into view, tendrils swaying behind him, passive. Killer’s smile widened, a smile that will never reach those two black voids he called eyes.

“Yeah, boss?” Two words to answer him only, he did not like it when a sentence was too long or just a word long.

***

“Killer,” he perked up at his name being called, a smile forced onto his lips. He straightened up at Nightmare’s approach, waiting for him to arrive at his level.

Soon enough, Nightmare’s imposing figure came into view, tendrils swaying behind him, passive. Killer’s smile widened, a smile that will never reach those two black voids he called eyes.

“Yeah, boss?” Two words to answer him only, he did not like it when a sentence was too long or just a word long.

Nightmare seemed pleased with that reply.

“Go to Underfell #738,” Killer nodded, already guessing what kind of service Nightmare wanted him to perform there.

“Where?” The other gave him a stern look. He should not have spoken up. His face stayed motionless but something akin to dread started blossoming in his chest. Nightmare’s eye slowly glowed.

Thankfully for him though, the guardian of negativity seemed unwilling to proceed with a punishment at the moment.

Which usually meant for a worse punishment to come when he will feel like it.

His left leg still hurts from last time.

“Are you having trouble hearing or are you just stupid?” Nightmare raised an irritated eyebrow, a frustration that did not match with a hint of amusement in his eyes. Killer said nothing.

Trying to explain what he meant will only result in giving the former more reasons to screw him over later.

“Well?” Nightmare crossed his arms, a smug smile on his face. “I’m not going to repeat myself; you’re wasting my time.”

His round soul gave a pulse, glowing a brighter red.

Of course, Killer should have seen that coming.

He never would have let such a nice opportunity slip away.

Without his consent, he felt his mouth open. His voice also betrayed him, as he heard a flow of words he had no control over, spilling out of it like a river.

He did not even get to finish his second sentence that Nightmare raised a tendril in the air, slowly at first. He wanted to savor the moment, after all it is known that a delicious dessert should be appreciated slowly.

Killer tried to shut his own mouth in vain.

He should know by now that he obeyed the other, not his will.

That right was stripped a long time ago.

His soul pulsed again as the tendril struck him.

His body was sent flying across the hallway, his back colliding harshly against the stone wall behind him, knocking the air out of his lungs and momentarily stopping his monotone speech.

He could have sworn he heard something crack.

Well, he supposed it did not matter that much. It was not like they had enough medical equipment to really heal whatever happened to his ribcage.

He turned a blurry vision to the side just in time to see the end of a red scarf disappear behind a corner. Ah, well he guessed he could not really blame Dust for leaving, no one really wanted to deal with a mad Boss.

He vaguely saw Horror’s head poke out said corner, sending him a worried look before he was dragged away by the other.

Even the monsters who were usually busy cleaning the castle at this time had hidden somewhere else.

He supposed it had become common knowledge now not to ever interfere with a punishment administered by Nightmare, especially when Killer was on the receiving end of it.

His soul pulsed.

He turned his head back, focusing on the other once more.

His voice tried to pick up the subject he was rambling about before, trying desperately to continue fulfilling the king’s orders like its life depended on it.

Which honestly kind of did.

He wondered why the idea of Nightmare killing him did not feel that foreign.

However, the flow of words was cut off again as he was lifted in the air by the throat, feet left dangling in the air as he started to feel the flames of asphyxia.

Killer yelled at his body to try and get it off.

His soul pulsed.

His survival reflexes were blocked: no hand scraping at the suffocating material, no desperate breath-taking attempt.

He remained frozen, the lack of oxygen really starting to become a problem.

Nightmare grinned up at him, knowing well how Killer was feeling at the moment, humming in content as he felt the power surging through him.

Though, he soon felt it fade, signaling Killer was losing consciousness.

God, mortals were so fragile and so easy to break.

He sighed as he let go. Five painful seconds that felt like five centuries later to the other, Killer fell on his knees, waking brutally as he was caught in a violent fit of coughing, a hand on his burning throat.

He could almost feel the corruption still sticking to his skin like a parasite.

“I want Snowdin to be wiped out by five,” Nightmare started as he turned on his heels, knowing that even with his noises and pain, the other would still be listening. He had made sure he would this time of course. “Don’t make me wait.” He warned, sending him a look.

This time, when he was finally done coughing, Killer did not risk asking whether he should be back at five or be done with the task by five. He simply nodded, standing up on wobbly legs.

A fourth black tear strain started to roll down his cheek as the shape of his soul started shifting to a bundle of round lines barely containable.

***

As always, Stage Four was making quick work of the battlefield. Well, calling it a battlefield was quite exaggerated. Snowdin was really just a village.

One more person in sight just added another corpse to the pile.

His clothes were filthy red.

He was going to be lashed out at later for sure.

He dragged his leg around; it was still damaged from last time. His back was still hurting, and his throat was still scratchy and sore.

But he did not care.

He could not afford to care.

Nightmare said to kill them all so he had to do it, anything else could wait.

Wait, was his skin starting to get infected? Oh well.

Soon, the last person fell to the ground, covering more of the fake snow with crimson. It was starting to cover the corpses and other remains in a blanket of tainted white.

He looked up, holding out his palm to the ceiling of rocks. A snowflake fell on his skin, but it quickly faded out of his existence. How boring.

He eyed the desolating panorama around him with disinterest.

He should go back.

Then, the space sizzled before him.

He stepped back, his knife in hand. Who was it going to be? The Star Sanses? A teammate? Whoever it was, he had to be on guard.

He was not safe with anyone.

And nobody is safe around him.

Eventually, the intruder stepped out of the portal and Killer squint his eyes, flashing shades of grey shifting before his eyes.

Whoever it was, he did not recognize them.

He lunged at the person but the other swiftly got out of the way, grabbing his good arm. Killer ignored the way his wrist burned at the contact, his limb screaming in pain.

He backed away, the intruder strangely letting him go. He got back into position but before he was able to make another move, the other raised his hands as a sign of peace.

“I am not here to fight you Killer, I just want to talk to you.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Who are you?” He was not sure Nightmare would have allowed him to talk but something about this man felt... familiar. The way the other looked hurt by the question only further enhanced the possibility they had met before.

But if that were the case, why could he not remember him?

He furrowed his brows.

Nope, no memory showed up.

“... My name is Colour,” He answered after a short while, sighing. “Does it ring any bell?”

He felt a pang in his soul. The organ, that had been silent up until then, started to get unusually agitated. It bounced, it glowed brighter and dimmer then brighter and that on repeat. Killer felt the inexplicable urge to run into this guy’s arms.

Though, the same soul pulsed, trying to drown out that desire while encouraging it itself, a part of it at least.

He winced, stepping back and holding the inverted heart—Wait, a heart?

He stared at the new shape of his soul in shock, another emotion turning up: confusion.

Upon seeing that, Colour walked up to him and took his hand, gently.

Strangely, Killer did not even try to push him away.

“I’m...” he desperately wanted to say something, but he had no idea how he should word it or why he even wanted to speak to begin with.

Noticing his struggle, Colour intertwined their hands, stepping closer. Killer started shaking, feeling like his knees were buckling under the weight of this crushing emotion.

But it was not unpleasant.

Yet, it was overwhelming.

Killer flushed red as the other brought his hand to his cheek. That... why was he reacting so strongly to this? He did not get it.

Why was he so flustered suddenly?

Colour tilted his head toward him. His eyes bore into his.

“I’ll get you out of there, I promise.” He looked so sincere that white rings started to appear in his eyes, outside of his pitch-black sclera.

His heart glowed a bright red.

#ship #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #utmv killer #killer sans #colour sans #utmv colour #utmv fanfic #utmv au #killer x color #why tf is colour x killer so underrated? #kolour

[jedi-hawkins]

Bryn-Ayla Del Caro

Meet My Jedi OC! This is a living post with some info about her and her life! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to draw her or find out more about her character! More info and fun facts about her below the cut!

Pronouns: she/her

afab!

Born 56 BBY | Age 35 at the start of the war

Species: Human

Home planet: Takodana

Her family descended from a branch of House Vizla, but her ancestors left Mandalore at the end of the Mandalorian-Jedi war (738 BBY) and relocated to Takodana.

Headcannons:

OC Sunday: Shoes, Setting, First Impressions

OC Sunday: Voice, Home Planet, Weapon of Choice

OC Sunday: Favorite Book, My Favorite Trait, Weakness

OC Sunday: Most important thing, Hobbies, Starbucks

OC Sunday: Core Wound, Party Plans, Color Palette

OC Sunday: TV show, Plant, Body Type

OC Sunday: Song, Changes, Wardrobe

Shipping Questions: Bryn x Sergeant Hunter

Shipping Questions: Bryn x Obi-wan Kenobi

Physical description:

Height: 5'8"

Tanned skin

Dark brown hair, worn in a braid that falls to her waist

Dark brown eyes; sometimes they're black as night to the point you can't differentiate her pupils from her irises, other times they're warmer, with flecks of honey amber that shine in the sunlight.

Fit, muscular figure that can carry more weight than it appears to be able to handle.

Jedi Facts:

She was gathered by the Jedi Order when she was 4.

She and Obi-wan Kenobi were trained together at the Temple on Coruscant.

Became a padawan to Jedi Master Plo Koon at age 13.

Was also mentored by Qui-gon Jinn, and assisted him and his padawan, Obi-wan Kenobi on many missions.

She was present when Qui-Gon and Obi-wan rescued Queen Amidala from Naboo and found Anakin Skywalker.

Became a Knight at age 24.

Became a Master at age 31.

Gains a seat on the Jedi High Council at age 34 at the same time as Obi-wan Kenobi.

Her tunics are usually the basic tan, but her tabard is a dark maroon, and her cloak is a dark brown.

She was primarily a Form IV user (very Force-demanding and acrobatic), but after she built her second lightsaber, she became very skilled in Form V (switches quickly between offense/defense and incorporates dual-bladed combat).

After the construction of her second blade, she will switch between holding them in a traditional and reverse grip.

She had a padawan, a Twi'lek names Silais. He began training with Bryn when he was 13, was a very skilled prodigy and passed his trials and became a knight when he was 20.

She mentored Anakin in the same way that Qui-gon mentored her, and accompanied him, Obi-wan, and Ashoka on missions when needed.

She is close friends with Padme Amidala and serves as an unofficial liaison between the Jedi Council and the Galactic Senate.

Lightsabers:

She built her first Lightsaber when she was 12, and the crystal that chose her emitted a blue blade.

Her second saber, she built when she was 22 and emits a green blade.

Clone Wars Armor:

Rather than use standard-issue Jedi Armor made for the Clone wars, Bryn actually uses pieces from a set of beskar armor that was passed through her family from the old days of Mandalore. Originally, it was plain metal with no designs, but for the Clone War, she paints it Maroon like her troopers. After the battle of Jabiim, her Senior Commander Steeler paints a set of jiag eyes on her chest plate.

She wears a headset similar to real-world bone-conducting headphones to tap into clone comm channels hands-free rather than use a comlink.

Fun Facts:

She's fluent in Mando'a

She can communicate in some droidspeak, as well as some Huttese and Twi'leki, but does need communicators for complex conversation.

She identifies as polysexual; she is attracted to multiple genders, but is only attracted to humanoid species (though if there is a connection, she won't say no)

She has had a few intimate interactions and relationships, but she holds her duty as a Jedi above all else. She has no clouded judgement or shift in priorities from her affections.

Primarily, she and Obi-wan held an on-off relationship throughout their lives, but it was fully understood duty came first. When Cody comes along, Bryn is completely understanding and even encourages the relationship between Obi-wan and Cody and they become a throuple. Later on, after Bryn chooses to become the commander of Clone Force 99, Hunter eventually joins the polycule (no clonecest). Same as Bryn did for them, both Obi-wan and Cody encouraged her bond with Hunter.

At the start of the Clone War, she was assigned the 43rd Attack Legion, designation, Khaos.

A lot of the 43rd Legion's command structure/call signs/command officer names were heavily influenced by Grecoian (Greek) Mythology, because she gifted the command batch a book of myths.

Her call sign with the 43rd Legion was 'Nyx'

Her father had started training her in with bladed weapons when she was 3 and gave her a Mandalorian dagger when she was collected by the Jedi Order.

For a Jedi, she is skilled with 'civvy weapons,' especially daggers/vibroblades and rifles. She trained with them periodically for undercover assignments, and trained with them more vigorously at the start of the Clone War.

She drinks caf (like any other self-respecting overworked individual), but Obi-wan got her hooked on having a cup of tea in the afternoon (damn you Scottish man).

She survives Order 66 thanks to the Bad Batch.

After Order 66, she scrubs the maroon paint off her beskar armor and paints a new set of jiag eyes on her helmet with forest green paint. She then keeps her helmet on at all times and poses as a Child of the Watch, fighting with DC-17 blasters and vibroblades.

She has PTSD in relation to sleep and will often slip into patterns of insomnia or have night terrors.

She's a trained Medic.

When she was in the Jedi Academy, she knew Pong Krell and threw a pastry at him (nailing him in the face) after he said something bigoted in the Temple dining hall. They never really got along.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars clone wars #star wars prequels #star wars: the clone wars #star wars oc #jedi oc #jedi #oc character #my ocs #swtcw #sw tcw

[ominouspositivity-or-else]

it has taken me. literal years to figure out that outlook has a "mark all as read" button. i've had 738 unread emails. i had given up. now i have 0 unread emails. i am free.

#unbelieveable stress #relieved #there are many benefits to attending a catholic college #finals week or my final week stay tuned

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Whoops Game Grumps quotes

Crash: Inside, we're all a bunch of sadists.

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Bob: No matter how hard you work and how big a celebrity you become, you'll never be as famous as cheese.

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Lily: And then.. *pulls the cord on the Beyblade* ..you let it rip!

Lil Coding: I got it! *tries to catch it as it spins off the table* OWW!!!

Lily: Why would you try and catch the spinning metal blade from another country?!

LC: I thought it was like a dredel— Yeah, I really should disinfect this cut..

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Mia, to Tulip: Wouldn't it be funny if you... lose a family member? Maybe two?

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Mario: I'm the video game boy! I'm the one who wins!

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Laharl: You can't open up the story of my life and just go to page 738 and think you know me.

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Bob: I've got.. no money.

Lily: Why?

Bob, muffling his voice: Because I spent it all on gambling...

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SMG3: You've gotta draw the line somewhere, you've gotta draw a fucking line in the sand, dude! You gotta make a statement! You gotta look inside yourself and say, "What am I willing to put up with today?

SMG3: NOT FUCKIN' THIS!!

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Zack: Listen to your elders or whatever.

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Abyssal: I'm making lemonade out of a bad situation. You know what I'm saying, ohh gotta add the sugar. Gotta add the goddamn ice cubes!

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LC: Dremind me to get my bag then.

Cody: Dremind you?

LC: Yeah, dremind me.

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Tartarus, showing Olypmus around TOTK: I just like walking through the world, man.

Olympus: I love it too.

Tartarus: Look at all this stuff we're explorning! *seeing something move out of the corner of his eye* What was that?

Olypmus: Explorning?

Tatarus, leading him over to what sees to be a deactivated Captain Construct: See, I wouldn't-

Tartarus, as the Captain Construct snaps and locks onto them: OH GOD ITS ALIVE!!!

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Ash: You speak Fran-ques! (Français)

Tulip, as she laughs: What????

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Shantae: Okay, so. Tulip, can I share something with you from earlier today?

Tulip: What is it?

Shantae, pulling up a chat box: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning.

Tulip: Yeah?

Shantae: Because we needed to figure out some stuff for the upcoming meetups, what we're going to do, and all that. And so, I was so, I was like, "Do you have any preference whether we do it this meetup or the next meetup?"

Tulip: Mhm.

Shantae: Your response..

Tulip: *already laughing*

Shantae, trying not to laugh: At 9:30 in the morning; "Motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg Jesus Christ fuck dude motherfuckin Facebook movie bullshit Jesus can you fucking believe this shit"

Shantae: No punctuation. Random capitalization. So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now"

Shantae: 45 minutes pass, I get a text from you; "God damn created Facebook then fucking lawyers and shit right fucking Winklevoss twins god damn rowing the boat fuck yo shit I can't even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse Eisenberg man"

Shantae, as Tulip is on the floor, laughing: I respond, "Tulip, you're scaring me." An hour passes.

Shantae: You respond; "Motherfucking Spider-man Spider-man you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with this bare hands fucking best friend shit Jesse Eisenberg I'm very tired"

Tulip: *losing her shit laughing*

Shantae: So I'm just like, "No problem, Tutu. I'll let Ash know, and we'll do most of the talking for you today."

Shantae: Immediate response. I'm talkin' like 5 seconds later.

Shantae, barely containing her laughter: "No man I'll just talk about the Facebook movie all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent Resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I can't think of who the fuck invented Facebook All I can think is who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook"

Shantae: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later;

"MARK ZUCKERBURG."

#admin: crash #bob bobowski #oc: lily #code: lil coding #oc: mia #smg4 mario #laharl #smg3 #smg4 zack #admin: abyssal #oc: cody #program: tartarus #program: olypmus #ash ketchum #avatar: tulip #shantae #incorrect quotes #i swear to god I made a post one time about how Ash and Tulip would bond over inventions and all that and like. it was mentioned how she -> #would get along with (I think) Celmont and Sophocles. and i wanted to do a quote about that but like i cannot find that post #(also for. other reasons too. glances at Tulip and Celmont possibly) #(possibly. i am currently on nightquil and fighting sleep so take whatever I say with a very very very very microscopic grain of salt) #But i SWEAR i made that post??? and i cannot find it???? im going insane or tumblr's search function is ass #probably both

[spinebuster]

thank you, i've been trying to figure out if vincent was white for like a month now

why white ppl shouldn’t loc their hair reason 738

#anon #wrestledream lb #💀

[miscelunaaa]

the deluge | bts

pairing: unknown/unnamed member x gender neutral!reader (PLATONIC)

genre: angst. weirdness. this might be my most experimental bullshit yet.

summary: someone has to pick up the pieces. it might as well be him. 

rating: 18+/mature for weirdness and dark themes

word count: 738

warnings: serious mental health struggles related to creativity. likely heavy-handed figurative language. devastation. unreality. usage of the name “sweetheart” for the reader. husbeard referred to this as intense so take that as you will. 

notes: Presented with great feeling and little explanation. Please know that it was excruciating to try to pick a photo between photos from The Astronaut and Indigo for the banner. An enormous thank you to @thatlongspringnight for lending me orbs before posting. Lastly: a playlist. Thank you for reading. 

my masterlist | my disclaimers | read on ao3

When he walks into the room, he can’t help but notice how dark the space feels. The darkness in your heart has spilled over and out into your home. Its capacity has always been great, so that it has become empty again means something. That it has emptied out into your universe means the mess just couldn’t be contained any longer. 

You were always so good at sharing the contents of your heart. 

You’re in the corner, huddled in the midst of strewn papers and broken porcelain. There are computer keys and glass shards and ripped spines, spilled coffee and ink stains seeping into the floor. Broken dreams in the ruins. The old hardwood creaks beneath his feet as he approaches, but you can’t hear it, not over the shuddering sobs that make the whole room swim and quake. 

How long has it been since you were last like this? He can’t remember. Everything’s been so good for so long, but of course, maybe that’s the problem. It takes so much time to fill up that vast heart of yours, and only moments to pour it all out. It’s not boundless, not like you make it seem. 

There’s a crack as he steps into the rubble field. Something beneath the soles of his shoes gives, but whatever it was doesn’t matter; it’s already broken. It’s already useless. He’ll sweep it up later. 

“What if I can’t do it again?” you’d said to him once, clothed in the velvet of night. “What if that’s all I’ve got?”

And he’d smiled softly, and said, “Then that’s all you have. That you’ve told it at all is more than enough.”

He hadn’t expected this at the time. He hadn’t expected it until suddenly he saw the cracks beginning to form, leaking light and tears and searing anger he couldn’t have ever prepared for. For that matter, neither could you. 

Another crack as he steps forward, more rustling as he moves his feet over the detritus. Each step has him wading deeper but he knows how these currents work. He won’t let himself be swept away, not when you need to be pulled from the tide carrying you out to the abyss.

“Sweetheart,” he says softly as he draws near. His voice goes unheard. The way you shake, your fingertips digging into your own skin, has the power to break his heart, but still he holds steady. Undeterred. “Sweetheart, please.”

When you finally lift your head to look at him, your expression could fell giants. “Please what? Go away. You’re not even real.”

The venom in your voice ripples beneath his skin, making each hair on his body raise.

“No,” he says. “I’m staying.”

You rend like sodden paper, any last bit of structural integrity giving as you fall apart beneath his hard gaze. He hates this. He hates this for you. There’s nothing you can do to stop the flood, and there’s nothing he can do but be a wall for new shoots to cling to. New things have to be built on the old. 

He stands his ground, anchoring you, even as you dip and bend before him. As you weep, you become smaller, childlike, shrinking into yourself. He steps forward to scoop you up into his arms. With little hands, you reach for him, hiccuping as he wipes the tears from your eyes. 

“What if it doesn’t come back?” you ask, your voice strange and stilted as your chest heaves to catch your breath. You watch the floor as he starts taking careful steps over your devastation. You can’t look at him, not yet, but you can see the damage you’ve done with cold new eyes. His hold on you is as steady as ever. 

“Then you gave it everything you had,” he says, running a thumb over your round little cheeks to brush the tears away. 

“Will you still stay with me?” Your voice this time is small, but your eyes are wide, gazing at him with something bright that he can’t place. As he draws near the door and places his hand on the worn brass knob, he realizes that he knows exactly what’s lighting you from within. Wonder. 

It’s been so long since you last showed it in that glittering mind of yours. Even destruction, it seems, can make new things, just like you did, once upon a time. 

“Of course, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

Thank you for reading! Drop me an ask and tell me what you think. Find me in various places at my carrd :)

©miscelunaaa 2022. My work is only found on this blog and under my ao3 pseud. Do not, under any circumstances, copy or repost my work. Thank you.

posted: 12.22.2022

#bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts x gender neutral reader #experimental fic #bts angst #if you read this it means more than I can really say

[imaginefan]

Shared Goods

Campbell Eliot X Reader

Word Count: 738

Request: Anon

Request: I know this isn't much of a plot but Campbell always taking food off of your plate, and biting into your sandwich. Each time he does it you just give up and give him your food since you don't want his germs. Lol I don't know something cute but odd but she likes the attention in a way since she likes him.

The first time that you met Campbell he leaned over your shoulder to take a crisp out of the packet that you were holding, you looked behind you to see who it was "thanks." He winked before popping the crisp in his mouth and walking away. You weren't sure if he actually knew who you were, you were one of those people who kept to themselves, you didn't make waves or scream and shout, at least not at people that you didn't know. If he did know who you were you had no idea how.

The second time that you met him, he sat across the table from you, you were sitting there doing homework and eating Haribos, Campbell reached over and took one of the jelly sweets from the packet putting it ni his mouth as he leaned over the table "what are you doing?" He asked. "Homework." You answered. "Oh, your one of those." He smirked, "What does that mean?" You asked. "You're a good girl." He smirked. "Do you need something or are you here to irritate me and steal my food?" You asked. "Are you offering sweetheart?" He asked, you didn't actually answer and he smirked before getting up and taking one more sweet. "The third one is 35, not 37." He said softly before disappearing from view.

You actually tried changing the place that you sat after the second encounter but that didn't work either "Are you hiding from me, sweetheart?" Campbell asked, he had leaned down so that his mouth was near your ear, he reached over your shoulder and took a square of the chocolate on the table next to your book. "My life doesn't revolve around you, especially since I don't even know your name." You answered. You did, everyone knew Campbell's name but he hadn't officially introduced himself to you so you were going to pretend. "You expect me to believe that you don't know who I am?" He asked, you just looked at him and he smirked: "you're more than a good girl who hides behind her books aren't you (Y/N)?" "How do you know my name?" You asked. "We share a lot of classes." He answered, "I figured that you never noticed." "We do?" You asked. "My name is Campbell, sweetheart." He winked as he leaned over and took another square of chocolate and you rolled your eyes before sliding the bar towards him. "Just take it I don't want your germs." You muttered as you continued with your work, he shrugged before taking the chocolate and leaving. "Thanks." He said before disappearing.

This became normal, you would be sitting alone, studying or doing some kind of homework and Campbell would appear out of nowhere to take something that you were eating, then you would give him whatever he had decided to take a bite out of, and he loved every moment of it and honestly so did you. Campbell noticed you sitting at the table scribbling fiercely at your notebook, your sandwich on the table next to you, he walked over and took the seat next to you "you seem angry today." He mumbled as he took half of the sandwich that you were eating out of your hand to take a bite. "I'm not angry, I just can't get this right." You mumbled he looked at the numerous attempts at the question on your page. "Maybe it would help if you actually carried the 1." He smirked and you looked down at your working out eyes widening before redoing the calculation and getting the correct answer. "What would you do without me?" "Not starve." You answered, taking half of your sandwich that was still in the box and eating it. "You aren't starving." He nudged you, "I always make sure that you eat something." "Yeah, yeah why do you want my food anyway?" You asked. "Just have fun messing with you." He shrugged as he finished off the slice in his hand. "Don't you have someone else to mess with?" You asked. "You're the only one for me sweetheart." He winked before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple, you groan as you attempt to wipe it off but he smacks your hand away and stands up "see you later." You watched him walk away and rolled your eyes but you couldn't ignore the warm feeling in your chest as his admittance.

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October 29th

Costumes

Oh, Russingon - my curse, my downfall, my fatal weakness - there you are.

Too many people deserve a mention and I quail at the idea of disturbing those revered authors in their peace with my silly little ficlet, so - ever the coward - I will abstain.

Nonetheless, it would be dishonest not to mention last-capy-hupping and arofili for being such lovely inspirations and supporters. Never forgotten also the amazing people thanked in my TRSB fics who have helped me figure things out.

Here they are, the pairing that changed everything, pulled me through TRSB, and made me go on writing for the Silm...the couple that made me go back on all my principles...

Here is the testament to "Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong..."

There's been a lot of discourse running through my head lately and I'm weirdly reticent to post this one...I guess I'm just afraid of what might happen...here goes nothing...

Words: 738

Warnings: LGBTQ+ characters, half-cousin incest, cross-dressing, trans!Fingon...the whole shablam 🙈

“I am so not going to wear this!” Maedhros grunted and glared at Fingon who was holding up a lumpy, oddly spotted, limp piece of fabric that looked suspiciously like a tent with sloppy a giraffe print plastered all over it.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Fingon purred, stepping closer and throwing aside his decoy costume to push his hands into the luscious mane of his lover’s hair; he loved every single strand of it and it was its glory that had inspired his real concept for this Halloween. “How brave are you, my handsome one?”

Maedhros gave a deep sigh; he knew that tone only too well and – after many long discussions – they had finally decided to wear matching costumes. It was not an official admission of their relationship status per se, but it was already a big step away from stealing kisses and pretending not to know each other too intimately when other people were around.

“I am not afraid of the costume,” Maedhros griped, “I just don’t want to look like a fool.”

Vulnerability and vanity painted his face a flaming crimson, but Fingon only repeated his question in a soft, tender, encouraging voice while he peppered small kisses along the ridge of Maedhros’ jaw. 

“As long as you’re with me, valiant, reckless Finno, I can be very brave indeed,” he replied in a moment of foolish, cocky courage. “Bring it on!”

Reaching under his bed, Fingon produced a long tube, shimmering in dazzling reddish colours in the dimmed light of his bedside lamp and held it up to Maedhros’ body with a quizzical look on his face.

“Finno,” Maedhros growled warningly; there was – in his opinion – no way he’d fit into the criminally narrow garment that would, if he was to succeed against all odds, hug every non-existent curve of his bony body.

The reference picture on Fingon’s phone showed the drawing of a busty redhead with a smouldering gaze and a sensual mouth.

“Jessica Rabbit,” Fingon whispered, “the second-hottest ginger in the world.”

“Second to whom?” Maedhros grinned, taking the dress from him and rubbing the thin, flexible material between his thumb and forefinger pensively; his blood roared with an elating mix of excitement and dread.

“You, of course,” Fingon laughed and nodded at his wardrobe, “I’ll go as her sometimes-ex and often-husband, Roger Rabbit.” There was such raw, bare-faced, disarming hope in his face that Maedhros felt his neck melt; he nodded even while every fibre of his being bristled at the idea of letting everyone see just how pale and angular he was. 

If it would make Fingon – who was ready and willing to wear a poofy rabbit tail and formless dungarees – smile, Maedhros would not be a spoilsport.

“Okay,” he breathed, leaning forward and letting Fingon impress that beatific smile onto his own lips so he could keep it forever in his heart and memory.

“I’ve asked my sister for help,” Fingon exclaimed excitedly. “I will do your make-up and straighten your hair.”

He had been so sure, Maedhros thought, deeply moved by this discovery; Fingon had been convinced that he’d manage to talk the stuck-up, often morose and sometimes craven man he called his own into wearing a skin-tight dress. The sudden onslaught of pure, infectious joy shooting like fireworks through his whole body him laugh aloud; yes, they would have fun and confuse many a person.

“Káno will be livid,” Maedhros grinned, “when I outshine him on the dancefloor.”

Inspired and overjoyed by Maedhros’ compliance – in truth, Fingon had fretted quite a bit about this – the would-be-rabbit resolved that he wouldn’t chicken out either; for the first time ever, he’d let others see his body, the truth written in pale scars – barely visible now – running along the underside of his pectorals, and the ridiculously slender wrists he felt so self-conscious about still.

“You’ll be the prettiest,” he promised Maedhros who seemed to grow ever more thrilled about the prospect of earning his mother-name by being undeniably beautiful. “And I’ll be the proudest critter at that rotten ball. Your brother will swallow his tongue out of sheer envy!”

It was a ludicrous way to come out, Maedhros thought hazily, a ridiculous proclamation of resilience, a preposterous declaration of love, but – the more he thought about it, the surer he grew – it would reflect and represent them, and all that they were underneath the polite and polished surface, perfectly.

@fellowshipofthefics here's one that's near and dear to my heart.

Lots of love from me...Please refrain from being needlessly cruel...I am just one person trying to put out some love; I've never meant to hurt/offend/anger anyone!

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